Van Gogh's Prayer
A battle lost in the cornfields
and in the sky a victory.
Birds, the sun and birds again.
By night, what will be left of me?
By night, only a row of lamps,
a wall of yellow clay that shines,
and down the garden, through the trees,
like candles in a row, the panes;
there I dwelt once and dwell no longer—
I can't live where I once lived, though
the roof there used to cover me.
Lord, you covered me long ago.
5 thoughts on “Victory Sort Of”
Beautiful capture and fitting words:-)
i really like the minimalistic touch you have here.
Surprising graphics… Interesting one !
You know. I don’t think I can emphasize enough how wonderful I think your pictures and words are. You have a fascinating mind and eye and I truly respect it. You engage the world.
A nice simple composition. Like the unique color