I have that poem, stuck in my head,
It is sitting there among many words,
It seems to me that it is hidden, hidden between pleats and folds.
It goes in recess and suddenly it comes back,
it flirts with my senses but in words I feel it's lack
Why not show or say, what it came to say?
Why sit there provoking, smiling, turning back and going away. I can see it as in ruffles, I perceive it as it flares
Not sure if it is a poem, could be a draft of a new dress. Between writing and designing, things get mixed thin, bleeding together inside, my feelings can not win. It is a whim of emotions, almost painful I must say, I think I have no choice, but wait another day.
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Malu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is really how I feel sometimes. I have words and drafts on my head. They torture me till I give birth to them. The painting is me trying to paint using Procreate and my IPad
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In experiencing such times, I just begin writing and let the words flow, from my muse or my mind or both. I then polish them as needed.
Your poem describes a common theme amongst poets, and quite well I must say, Malu!
Thanks Louis. I believe we all do. My problem is all the mixed art feeling I have. I'm sure I have a true artist leaving inside my heart, it just is not mature yet. It is confused with so much information.
I can see where you are coming from M but much like Louis I just sit and start writing and the words seem to flow. Good write.
It is not me. I only sit for writing because the words tease me all the time. I push them aside as I do my work and scraps of them comes to hunt me time after time. Makes me mad but I love it. Thanks for reading.
Great poem and well done with the painting - touches of Dufy - great work M
Thanks master Michael. When I was living in Australia I had an art teacher and he would never teach us how to paint but would only criticize our work and say keep painting till you can see what you are doing. And he would say also that till we learn how to paint it is good to imitate the strokes from great paints and try different styles till you find your own. This is what I do sometimes.
I would agree with him that's it's good training to copy great painters (even the greats did this) but I do think you need to be taught the techniques of painting before you can apply them and create a picture whatever style you adopt,
I agree with you. I think he was more of a critic than a teacher. I've learned some anyways. Did not stay long at school because I've got pregnant and sick. Thanks again Michael, I really appreciate your comments.
I thank you dear, for your lovely comments.
Wow a lot of nice comments, I totally relate to the poem and I love the painting it does somehow remind me of dress patterns
Thank you so much 😊 the painting I don't think relates to dresses but I thought of someone kind lost on thoughts. If I can write the poem that is stuck on my head that is related to dresses then I can post a picture of a 👗 dress. Thanks for dropping by.
Good write, Malu. I think we all go through this at one time or another. And the painting is great too!
Yes, thank you Fred.
At least, you finish a marvelous paint. The poem can wait.
To tell you the true, this painting was done last year when I had an accident and could not work for 6 months so I had the time to paint. Thank you so very much.
So glad to know you recovered now.
Yes, thanks. I'm fine now.
Malu you artist. Wonderful picture. But your words - have you read my mind over the last three days ive been struggling with the essence of a poem thats part there yet i cant grasp it, is it something i've written or become stuck over half way thru.... driving me nuts.
Clever you to think of writing on this subject, and so well written. You truly are an amazing lady.
b.e. Thanks a lot. I know, what a pain. I have this thing with me. It is about writing a poem about my work. It keeps coming and going. What is it. Plus, if I'm working on something like a design of a dress and I'm making a sample of it, it happened to me that I'm working hard to finish but it is getting late and I'm so tired and go to bed and say to myself: oh! I finish tomorrow. No way, the thing won't let me sleep. So it is better to stay awake and work. Sometimes I think some entity takes over and manipulates me. Am I going crazy?
I hope we both find that final scrap of writing.
The elusive poem might be your next poem just waiting for you to bring it into existence. Your muse is speaking to you.
The poem I'm trying to write is mixed with my drafting of clothes I have on my mind and I was thinking in write a poem about my work as a dress maker but it is quite confusing. It will come at sometime. Thank you for your comments. I appreciate your visit.
When I'm in that process of trying to bring all my thoughts together on the subject, I just keep thinking about it writing down anything and everything, Then at some point you'll know you have enough to put it all together in the right order. I'll be looking for it.
Yes, you are right. Because of this I have many pieces of writing on all different subjects all waiting to be pieced together with more finishing writings. If I can not write on one I write on another. Thanks for come here and chat with me giving your opinion. It is very important that we communicate.
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