Van Gogh's Ear Poem by Anna Banasiak
Van Gogh's Ear
The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality
Beautiful writing Anna. Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/3/2024 9:29:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Always inspired by Van Gogh, I enjoyed your write. I offer an invitation to read my poem, Artist Alone, also inspired by Vincent's brilliance.