Van Gogh’s Ear




Van Gogh’s ear lay wrapped in tissue,

bloody to the stump,

portent to his demise


a lone dismembered anomaly.


Rachael certainly didn’t want it.

“What would I do with a painters ear?”

she probably thought.


“Now the eyes,

those would be something

I could use.

China blue

and those irises!”


To see the world in that way.

If only we could acquire

that talent,

 stuff it in

our collective heads

and go to town,

paint the whole world.


But the ear…

one would want Beethoven’s

before he went deaf.


Or Mozart’s, one would

definitely want his.


So much unrecognized,

so much unfinished.


~ by dianeklammer on March 5, 2013.

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