a Van Gogh moon

a Van Gogh moon
poured love down through
the top of my head and that’s
more real than science

and i tried to explain
but they thought me mad
and they were right
i should never
have tried to explain

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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2 Responses to a Van Gogh moon

  1. Amy says:

    I know what you mean; but I’m glad you sorta tried to explain anyway. (You never know when someone’s going to speak your language, rare though it may be. And if nothing else, maybe you gave them some words to buff up theirs?)

  2. Thanks, Amy! Sometimes, I can’t help but try to explain. Other times I don’t bother. 🙂

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