They came one day, you know, to restless spirits,
Strangers from a land far distant than we’d known,
Turned the tide of thinking, conquered limits,
Listened we, while learning what was shown.
They took all paintings, turned the easels sideways,
Abstracted truths from angles we had drawn,
Drew artistic from most basic wonders,
Revealed to us where sketches had gone wrong.
They painted beauty from a palette given
From worlds away we hoped one day to be,
Rainbow-hued with every nuance woven,
Brights and delicates we could not see.
Works of art they held up for our wonder,
Turned us upside down then set us straight,
Silent seconds, time stood still to ponder,
Patiently they tuned in to debate.
Revelations flashed amid our teardrops,
Teardrops fell and flooded, tinted shades
Every picture seen, a brand new story,
Colour-washed but clearer by the fade.
They left, you know, and we there standing, staring,
Gazing into past and future days,
Breathed new life, they did, unto the present,
Departed now in starry-brilliant haze.
Beautifully written momus. I felt people painting our lives with us, a stroke here, a stroke there 🙂
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As we all paint, Mark. 🙂
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This is a beautiful poem.
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Many thanks, Nicodemas. I appreciate your comment. 🙂
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Beautiful I can see them standing by outside painting magically all… Barbara
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I like that image very much, Barbara. Thank you. 🙂 x
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The eternal artistic spirit. It touches us all, yet how many of us realise? Well written, Anne-Marie.
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I believe that to be true, Chris. So many different ways that creativity is expressed, so many ways to appreciate. Thank you, Chris.
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I read this several times. Perhaps this is why people come in to our lives for a time and then leave. Even if we never wanted them at all or if we want them to stay forever. It is brief but leaves its traces, having known them. I feel this way about traveling too. Much to ponder here.
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A lovely reflection on it, Beth. Yes, we may never know why we encounter people, places or situations but they all colour our landscapes.x
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Gorgeous, elegant and oh so true.
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Thank you, Lisa. 🙂 x
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