In front of
the easel,
I pause,
paint dripping
from my brush,
a slight shake
of my hand,
something
the canvas
doesn't see.
My head fresh
with ideas,
the bright colors
running through
my veins,
and once
the brush
touches the canvas
my soul
is exposed
and from that place
my world
will be seen
through the
completed picture.
My pain exists
in every stroke
and yet,
I am a strong,
creative,
carefree
artist
who is neither
defined
or excused
by my disability.
Nothing will stop
the desire
that consumes me
and immerses me
into a world
of freedom,
far from that
of the exposed
"Crippled Hippie".
I want my work
to stand
on "its" own,
to be
appreciated
by my fellow
artists
and the patrons
who acknowledge
our existence.
Jupiterjane
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A lovely poem, thankyou for posting
Andy x
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great poem
keep at it
love jill
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Thanks, it says a lot.
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you paint
with your words
your existence
acknowledges itself
needing neither
excuse nor definition
determined to create,
you create determination
PLP
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THX JJ
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How nice! Thank You!
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yin and yang
yang and yin
you get from life
what you put in.
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So true, so true! Although I think my Yin or my Yang may be off because sometimes I feel overwhelmed by what life wants to give me.
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I believe that I'll start painting again,
I think it might help diminish my pain
Youse guys inspire my creativity
release my mind from captivity
A brush stroke a brush stroke there
I feel like I'm back and so is my hair!
thank you our beauty-filled hippy Crip (?) ex posed(?)
Trippled Crippled pimpled dimpled dumb
i want a loaf, but i'll be happy with a crumb!
flashback off track hair's back, stumble
i'll win this game if I don't fumble!
Negativity's relativity theory incarnate
Painting's activity that doesn't alienate
fumble!
Thank you so much, JJ and P-S
youse guys made me smile Ouch it hurt too!
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I am blown away by your words and happy that you have found a venue to show us your creativity of words. Can't wait to see what "Youse guys" can do with a paintbrush and an empty canvas! Wow! This site is just filled with some wonderful people!
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It;s like chillin'
with Bob Dylan!
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I'm schmooozing
with a bruising
sense of dread
locks
Marley's, that is
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I'm shaking
for a breaking.
We're scrooged.
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inspiring. I bought paints a year ago and haven't opened the package. I'm happy if I can post coherently online. Thanks
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Open the package, then open your soul and pour your beauty out onto the canvas!
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