Feeling like van Gogh
by poetrydiary
Under this awning, feeling like van Gogh.
People of the city passing, watch me
with empty eyes, seeing only others.
Beer on the table, a scooter passes.
Noises, unlistened to, become stronger
And everyone seems alone, just like me;
lassoed momentarily by this light.
Under this awning, feeling like van Gogh.
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In London for a conference.
poetry diary 
Your descriptive words placed me in this setting. Great details… I like the line “lassoed momentarily by this light”. Nice poem!
Your poem tugs at chords in my memory, of wandering around London on my own at weekends (I had to work on Sunday evenings in those days). I fully understand that cut off feeling as no-one takes any notice of anyone else. Village life is so diferent.
I had to read this, too, when I saw my friend Van Gogh in the title. He is so easy to identify with and I feel like you captured his experience and your ability to identify with it so well.
BTW, adding you to my blogroll.
Thank you. I appreciate your comments and your writing.
Matthew
I love this…my favourite artist, I could imagine him feeling like that…melancholic but beautiful!