Poem -

A Beautiful Madness

for Van Gogh

A Beautiful Madness

 It is true that my only real universe 
 is the certifiable one
 that lives inside my mind 

 but I still have space
 space for possibility
 the possibility to think and reflect
 and to paint

 madness, being my best friend
 when he knocks on my door
I welcome him in, gladly

 we paint
 we paint

almost as if
my heart be in my hand
we spread the joy
through tears of disgust and loneliness  
 
together, eyes closed
brushing our next masterpiece
 
who cares if anybody likes it?
 
it’s mine, hell it’s ours?
 
and I shall find a place for it
maybe madness wants to take it home?
placing it on his own mantelpiece?
 
I admit, I miss him dearly
when he has to leave
 
never knowing if he’ll ever return?
 
but, he always does
and for today
i’m truly satisfied
with what we have achieved
 
this…
 
a beautiful madness.
 

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Bernie Martin

You were right with what you said to me on your previous poem. I love the line "my heart be in my hand." It would have been easy to use is rather than be but the latter word makes it more ...... poetic. Plus the line "hell,  it's ours." No doubt about what ours is referring to - the painter and his madness. 
And ain't it so true that madness can be the inspiration some artists seek. "I miss him dearly" sums this up perfectly. 
What a poem to greet the day with. Thank you my dear friend. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear Bernie, if curiosity was award winning, I'd award it to you, it is my up most pleasure  always to give more insight into my work and my own thoughts. Sometimes as poets we are over self indulgent, so I like to share the platform. Hey Paddy wants to say thank you, I am guessing he has a.smile.from ear to ear, hoping his dear old wife won't come to nag you. 🤣 🌹  Have a wonderful day dear Bernie. 
 

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Bernie Martin

I'll let you into a secret here. On a previous Facebook site one of the poets whose poems I regularly commented on, and always tried to analyse, nicknamed me Poirot. In fact she wrote a poem about me. 
I like the use of the little grey cells but I have slightly more hair than Poirot. 
Thank you so much for your lovely comment. It means a lot to me. Have a great day my dear Shirley. Hope the weather is better for you. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

It's really like winter here, Poirot lol that's wonderful, I would have said Sherlock Holmes lol you know what dear Bernie, it's a privilege when someone is actually interested to know more. 🌹

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Bernie Martin

It is Shirley. That you, as a writer, can produce that reaction in a reader. It is a great feeling. My thanks go to you too for the interest you show in my writing. Makes it rewarding and worthwhile. Lol. 🌹

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Marion

Shirley I really like the way you have written this as if from inside the mind of Van Goch himself. A really clever and imaginative write which I absolutely enjoyed reading x

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GREG TUCKER THE...

I did not realize you wrote this about Van Gogh. I actually thought you were creating from your own universe.  This is something I absolutely relate to.  

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Shirley Harrison

Hello dear Greg, I'm sure millions can relate too this, it's hard work being alive especially when we feel such passion and artistic value wrapped up inside us. I'm so pleased you can relate I can too. Thank you so much for coming by to tell me. It's a magic world we have to drive our own cars on our own roads in which ever way may suit us... 🌹

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Mark Olcott

Oh how I love this! 

I've had a life long love of the man, his art, his resilience, courage, his passion and genius. Thanks for this perfect moment!

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