A blank page, like a blank canvas,
Is waiting to be filled
By words that tumble out,
Or are sought painstakingly,
Grabbed at by your mind,
Or elusively out of reach.
When, finally, with pen in hand, poised above the paper,
A phrase is written that has the strength to represent an idea.
Likewise in painting
The colors of the palette,
Spontaneously or by much remixing,
With the aid of brush or knife
or some other implement of choice,
And an artist's keen eye,
Depict a world conceived in the artist's mind.
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PerditaRose (
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A poem full of metaphor that sends a deeper message about communication and its difficulty in painting a thought or emotion. Nicely done.
Thank you, Soren. I have to admit that I'm almost starting to expect your comments (no pressure).
Actually, my impression is that you must comment on all the poems. I just don't like to make assumptions. I know that I shouldn't try to inject humor into email, etc. because it can be taken so many ways. Anyway, I really, seriously appreciate your comments. Comments are the best, just hopefully not negative ones.
You are most welcome. Yes I started on this post just responding to those that commented on my poems and then out of courtesy reading one of theirs but I thought that if everyone did this there would be little crosspollination. I thought of responding to the poems of those poems I liked the most but that seemed so discriminatory and unfair so I decided a year ago to read everyone's and I have done that for the last year.
I think you are very generous. Your commitment to this website is admirable.
It has given me much pleasure as have all its members
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