The line is drawn in sand
but laden winds obscure the view
The way to go I’ll never know
I’ll be my own philosopher
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of my latest just back from the framers ready for open studios on 11th and 12th May. Quite a large work approx 26 by 20ins..
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I will cross that line
and clear the view
to find the way
to your words of wisdom.
The way is there for us all - it is up to us to find it. Thanks Andy.
Like the artwork, it must look wonderful in real life.
Yes it's quite a statement piece.
As are we all when we think things thru. Lest we choose to be fallen leaves blown wherever a chance breeze would deposit.
Conjures up thoughts of floating on the breeze - not such a bad idea.
No idea what I'm talking about but what the heck...
Physician heal thyself
What's the poetic equivelent I wonder
Great write Michael
Love the aBsTrAct
Gee ta Andrew - must paint more like this as they are popular.
Good write and pic M. Mr Berle-Ington bought any of your pics?
Yes - my abstracts - she gets the hang of them.
is there any other way..
There sure aint - unless you walk backwards.
HEY UNCLE MIKE : ANGELA here ! We didn't see you sketching our YACHT in a squall on Auckland Bay : Ive copied that for a later POEM : SQUAILING ! Its 9:30pm here and we are relaxing in the HOT TUB after an exciting Day sailing with RUTH & DAVID in the BAY in RUTHS Uncles CRAFT ! We are so so fortunate !
BLESSINGS & Joy through Poems 'n Paint
LOVE ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Love the Poignancy of the Poem !
I'm always sketching - nothing complicated - just thumbnails. Thanks for your kind comments as always dear Angela.
The art is filled with so many possibilities;If I envision things moving left, it's a supersonic jet moving through a clouded sky, and if things move to the right I see a body floating just below the surface of the ocean, and now I,m afraid to turn the image. A moving piece.
I think we all are our own philosophers, choosing our own paths through life. Lines are for timid folk. Why are lines always drawn in sand? Can they not be drawn on concrete with chalk, or on highways to keep us timid folk in lanes. I prefer the lines you draw on canvas. Nuff said. - Phil A.
That's what I love about abstract art - it's up to the viewer to reach an interpretation that is unique to him (or her) . Thanks so much Phil - just don't draw lines in treacle or a sticky end will come quicker than anticipated. .
There's a whole world hidden in such art,
Just as in the mind of a philosopher
You hold the key to both of them
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