Vincent van Gogh
Graeme Roberts sat in his usual chair
And I sat nearby in mine.
And behind his head it was always there
The van Gogh in the frame of pine.
He lulled my brain with his smokey words
And the passion in all that he said.
But the thing I remembered was Vincent's art
On the wall - behind his head.
It was only a print of course , I knew
As I sat in the Georgian room.
But I longed to see more of the painter’s skill
Of the joy, in the clouds and the moon.
And I did one day in the Amsterdam
In the gallery given his name.
And the shock of the real as I stood in front
Of the scene in it’s golden frame...
Left me weeping and moved, though I couldn’t say why.
Did it take me back to that room?
To the girl and the man and the frame of pine
And the trees and the clouds and the moon.
This poem is for Poetry Jam...they wanted a poem about an artist...well Vincent is always my darling!..even if I wander away to other poets ..I eventually come back to all that he was and is! so thankyou Poetry Jam for inspiring me to go back to that place and remember my feelings!