When Vincent Van Gogh, the painter renowned,
Was one of the finest artists around,
His vivid color and his broad brush stroke
Created a style that has never broke,
As still his popular paintings abound
To yet amaze, to delight and astound.
Artistic visions were brilliantly clear.
Until that day that he cut off his ear.
Then driven by bouts of desperate madness,
His mind was infused with devious sadness,
That caused his death in thirty seventh year.
The utter genius of his works remain dear.
Befitting acclaimed artistic endeavor,
His noble spirit shall remain forever.
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Author Notes
In addition to my Van Gogh puzzle, Starry Night, my wife owns an actual Van Gogh painting. This is its image. The title of the painting is "Irises". It is one of our proud possessions. I love the greens and blues.
This poem is a sonnet.
The photograph was taken by the author on Sunday, February 15, 2015.
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