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Vincent
by Philip F De Pinto
What do crows give a good know
About the strivings of mad men
For their likeness to capture
In the midst and sanity of wheat fields
As would unhitch the bridle and free
The darker nocturnes in their brains
With recurring shots of blades to switch
As would have damp shadows
Raining down to smart the wings
Of atmospheres orbiting about
The lobes of their ears
And who would it insult
If such madness unhitched
Pulled such stunt as would liberate
Indulge itself to another shot
For crows living in quarters above
The mad tenant
Have no intelligence to insult or slay
As cry as good as they squawk seeing you Vincent
Striven to capture their noblesse and else
That a brush with life may yield
Forsaking your own duskier features
12/12/2013 Posted on 12/12/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/13/13 at 02:52 AM He has always been one of my favorites Philip. He grabs emotion from a palet and throws it on the canvas with expertise of a god. I know they call him one the "impresionists" but I wonder if he would be better off being considered among the "expresionists". Nice write!! |
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