Sour Dough French Van Gogh

Updated on February 5, 2018

Those sour but how can they be sweet when there is nothing better then a good bread to eat the Great Depression to close to their hunger feet

From the poor coal miners what could be ever finer maybe stay bold but darkness strokes like a Van Gogh turning to darker Goth

Too much Sourdough

Bouncing back on the

bread line magic drink to pour

Cracked tile on your floor

Like a knife is this what you

asked for

You have been spread out like

French Brie softly kill dawn

All drawn

Blue Hue

The John Doe?

Deer the doe

Your fragile spirit

Being stepped on

Your shoe and soles with holes

Dark matter not one bite of fruit

Darkness all painted black scattered

What was to boot time for a

"Wise Owl" hoot

Emptiness no money loot

Paint it "Red Vineyard at Airies"

The sun "Nutritive" telling you to

" Live"


Five tasty fingers

"the First Dive"

Something more affirmative

The sun comes alive


But somehow brushed you off

The paint didn't stick

The butter didn't spread you

The whole in one

Where you needed to be

It got you starved for life

The artist got tricked and you got

sick needing to be fed

Needing Chicken soup and bread

The old man river just keeps rolling along

Surfing the modern time on the internet

Being tied into a Blackhole net

All Demons coming toward you

Breadline moving forward

but towards you

Being swallowed

Face got insane so hallowed

Torn to be crushed and crumbled

Darkest hour, not the finest

Psychological reflection

Another hour bell tower

"Big Rejection"

Living for the only

Chosen one

sourdough without

hesitation no one to talk to

Mending friendship lonely


Being burned bread cremation

Deadly hands coal worked

The year 1889 9 lives

What years turning point

Whose point of view

Everyone out for

themselves what became mine

Endless window with no view

I went berserk not even

one bread or stale

was left on your shelf

Higher existence


Not you're ever friendly

a piece of bread

Depressed alone vacation

Great Depression

All tribulations riding in a

tractor swamped like alligator

Hands were rough stipulation

Heart tried to be tough


You had painters touch

but far gone enough


Artsy Madhouse folks

Bulleye yellow

Brightness spirit

Come through those perfect


The better times we

need investors the

Depression beater

No love for life hugs

Needing Organic eggs

Hearts bewildered

Forked into road beaters

Emotional rendering

Bloodline staying strong

Breadline, where you didn't,


Comic strip Marx Brothers

Missing special moment

with the strongest love

for Mothers fathers

and brothers all happenings

and peace for love gathers

Mothers cooking

European pleasures of eating

Menu intrigued inviting

But painting didn't get sold

Left one clue

Feeling jinxed

Tiger losing spots

Still Linked

Not knowing why

Took a breath of poison air

Choking on your bread last

will of the heir

Madly scientist like hit list

But you couldn't sweet cream

Bad dream

Anyone's Malt dark beer

Just bitter unsalted over the

shoulder life got colder

butter curled and


Puppy eyes first horrible

experience needs resistance

Tears form and more fears


Rich man heart filled with a poor man

You left your heart on his door

Opening your new home door

he left the best bread

So rich and heartful your first bite

so grateful

Starry Night Van Gogh but it turned dark like Goth Moon shadows of the hill getting winter chills

Some Duck soup humor for the sad times of the depression but seeing smiles come through the best reactions from comedy

© 2018 Robin Carretti


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      Robin Carretti 13 days ago from Hightstown

      I am happy to hear that you get something out of it twice have a nice day

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      Kathy Burton 13 days ago from Florida

      I agree with Frank. This is a poem to be read more than once. Each time something more comes through.

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      Robin Carretti 2 weeks ago from Hightstown

      I am so deeply touched thanks so much

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      Louise Powles 2 weeks ago from Norfolk, England

      Robin, I really enjoyed that poem. The words are beautiful.

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      Robin Carretti 2 weeks ago from Hightstown

      Thanks so much you are so kind

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      Frank Atanacio 2 weeks ago from Shelton

      I read this piece twice.. had to.. and each time I got more out of it..thank you for sharing..