Van Gogh

The brush moves in a hurry,
almost violently
as if the image will fade
before the painting is finished.

What difference if the color
is not perfect? They
are the colors in your head,
more real than real

and in time
they will transcend nature itself
and suffuse a world
with your beautiful madness.

About this poem. 

I had the glorious opportunity to see the Van Gogh exhibit at The Clark this summer. It was a stunning reminder that each of us can turn our madness into something beautiful, amazing and powerful.

Tom