Through Misty Eyes

Through misty eyes I feel the pain

Of ministry heartfelt that others disdain

Fervent faith, and labours keen

Works, in the eyes of others unseen

While these feelings – I well understand

As one who has served God’s commands

My misty eyes are for another

One who was my Christian brother

His reputation in the faith now soiled

By his later actions when to the world he recoiled

I speak of Van Gogh of painting fame

Whose journey from minister to the insane

His ministry by the establishment rebuffed

He downhearted had had enough

And so his life of art , excess, and pain

Is how most now remember his name

Although he was like all men flawed

I know his work was seen by God


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Polychrome Zone

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Welcome to the polychrome zone

Where mat white has no home

Monotone spaces are eschewed

All our surfaces are spray paint imbued

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No New Roman printing is the only snag

Welcome to the polychrome zone

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Photo Challenge #378

By An Eye Captured

Young Woman in Brown Apron Sketching on White Cardboard
Cottonbro at Pexels

By an eye captured

By a hand adorned

With each little brushstroke

The image is formed

Is it an expression

Of its subject true?

Is that really what art’s meant to do?

Is it the spirit of the thing that’s at play?

No!

It’s that the soul of the artist that sees it that way


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The Queens

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Vincent Willem van Gogh

Vincent sat at his easel and squinted at the majesty of the queens in his vase.  The Paris series had been a success.  Now a year later, Arles beckoned.  The pot – simple, two-toned, was a perfect tool, as was the plain wall of the studio. 

“How many sunflowers?” he questioned to himself.  “Ten. A dozen more or less.”  He grinned to himself.  “The public needn’t know how many are actually in the vase, only the number in my mind.”

With that Vincent picked up his palette and began to mix his yellows, as the lemon queens awaited their day.   


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Flash Fiction Challenge: Lemon Queens