Vincent saw the energy in things!
His painting of the starry, starry night
with its whirling, swirling vortexes of light
and the live trees and hills responding
in echoing, answering, pulsating life –
aflame with life! – is more real to my eyes
than the most exact photograph. He caught
the inner truth of all that surrounds us,
supports us, wraps us, feeds us: our Mother
Nature, powerful Goddess, creator
of the burgeoning Universe. In his day,
too few understood what he showed. Yet
he went on painting truth. What more
can anyone do than express whatever
understanding is given, whatever vision?
Perhaps he demonstrates how to look deep,
how to look far, how to see both in and beyond.
(Image in public domain.)
Written for Friday Writings #106: 'Starry, Starry Night' at Poets and Storytellers United.
