A Poem by Laurinda Lind

I am losing
the vague dread,
Vincent wrote
Theo from
the asylum
where the others
who were brilliant

in bad ways
let their
unstrung stars
loose all over
the ceiling
at night.
Various Lunatics

and Madmen,
he called
the luminaries
out of whose midst
he shone,
unhinged but hearing
twice as much,

tragic torch,
broken bell.
He wrote, Among
ourselves we
each other
very well.

Bio - Laurinda Lind teaches college English in New York's North Country and won second place in this year's New York State Fair poetry competition. Some poetry publications she have been in:Comstock Review, The Cortland Review, Exit 13Mudfish, Off the Coast, Paterson Literary Review, and Shot Glass Journal.

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