somehow it all makes sense, but is still unclear
simultaneously, contradicting the other.
no, not the other way around ~~
it is not unclear now…therefore lending hope to reference the bigger picture;
it is clear yetfuzzywhenisquint
close your eyes slightly, note what first comes into focus once you open wide
your focal point
sharpen it
take a mental screenshot.
make it your background, your screen saver.
(let it resonate in the background, your life saver)
you know what you must do. you are aware of what is in front of you…
HOW? that is the question.
however you construct that thought and transfer it into existence -
how, never, you leave it be a figment of your imagination
how
you
validate
your
being
and
secure
your
vision
is
precisely
how
you
hone
in
on
that
picture
it makes sense, because you know what to paint.
you just haven’t decided which stroke comes next.
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WELCOME VICTORIA MARIE (lovely names) Thanks for your first poem very philosophical ! Love the visual ~ "Our EYES are the windows of our SOULS" and we all see things differently ! I only paint in watercolours ~ never progressed to oils or even acrylics ! I love the way WATERCOLOURS RUN and your awesome EYE illustrates this ~ BUT it reminded me that Real Eyes do shed Real Tears. There is so so much to explore in the symbiosis of your Poem 'n Pic ~ Thanks for sharing & caring ~ More please ! Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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