van Gogh

we sat holding hands
in the art gallery
staring at Cézanne's piled skulls
we were lovers
were we in love
only time would tell
and it did
I left the city of water
and headed for Amsterdam
to see the madness of van Gogh
I sat there realizing
you cannot argue with the Devil



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-10-06 at 10:51

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Your best post yet, in my opinion. Art reflecting life.
2013-11-11


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2013-11-10



Ah, indeed! I however lived within the madness of Van Gogh and ventured out into the light of Cézanne. I came back to the comfort of the shadows of bright screaming flowers...

There is so much to unwrap in this powerful poem!
2013-10-08



I keep coming back to this. You've struck a familiar chord here, and the writing seems effortless.
2013-10-07