they say he was mad
he was losing sanity
man of great insight
he saw swirls of bright colors
surrounding moonlit steeples

such brilliant pigments
simple scenes made astounding
sweeping lush valleys
peeling blue olive orchards
a lone man fixing the roads

potato people
peasants in muted shadings
psychological
the colors of poverty
the feelings of deep despair

a small green bedroom
wooden chair on wooden floors
a burning candle
pink roses in a green vase
sunflowers and irises

to look through his eyes
steal a glimpse into his mind
what I wouldn’t give
to see the world as he did
on a starry, starry night


Del Maximo
© July 24, 2009