It is good to see you back, your poems and prose have been missed. I really liked this one Janet.

Allen

I can paint in secret, so that no one will know.
Years of other people’s art and colors
can become mine, if only I will fill the vessels
with water and touch my brushes to pure white paper.

Janet...yet another gem from you my friend....fantastic write as ever from you....you write with much depth and power...and thats why your poems are always superb...paint on and on my friend.....love n luck....BHUWAN!!

Ouststanding write
excellently expressed

William .....peace & Love

Paint, paint until all the colors run dry.

Ron

This is deeply compelling and wonderfully expressed, Janet. Thank you for sharing this meaningful offering. Love, peace and strength to you.

Regis

Darling Janet... you describe what I know myself only too well, when mind and body militate against each other sometimes in the aftermath of huge physical or emotional trauma. My biggest lesson - which I am STILL so slow to learn - is that of self-love and patience: with life and with ME! (Even if I AM tiresome in the extreme and my own worst company! :) ) You, I am sure, answer all the questions you pose yourself and in full. Trouble is, we argue with ourselves, don't we? Head and heart tend to disagree at times. Time is a-plenty when you are fully recovered... and that time will arrive all the more quickly if you are kind to yourself. Also, your perspectives will be all the different for having allowed yourself this gracious space primarily to wallow in "an attitude of gratitude" and to allow THAT it's full wide-reaching healing power. An honest, beautifully crafted write that speaks volumes as one who knows both the joy and the agony of losing one habitude of life and longing impatiently to be fully immersed in another. It will speak to any who find themselves in a similar situation. A light and delicate touch that is descriptive and not prescriptive, and therefore exudes a quiet graciousness not withstanding its pangs. Grace, peace and love to you always. AND especially full restoration and healing... they years that the locusts have stolen WILL be redeemed, I am sure. Bless you and thank you. Kate xx

let the tones and colors of your creativity be your guide ... the depth of this poem reveals your aritistic spirit yearning to manifest ... really good poem!

touches on familiar aspects of the healing journey, Janet. the questions are good to stay with as the silence is good to sit with sometimes. I find it's part of the creative process. Don't you think? Take care, Dawn

A wonderful, poetic message.

This sounds like a "reawakening" of your creative self Janet now that you've had surgery and are feeling more like participating in those things you are so very good at! Living life....enjoying your "kids".....and of course your fabulous artwork. Welcome back - in ever so many ways. Hugs....

Ahh and the slate becomes clear for your tapestry of life, write on...

Felix

Amazing how his transforming power creeps up on you, then one thinks blimey that's not like me.
Sound divinely guided too me...

Janet He is guiding you so listen to the silence and keep moving on one step at a time, as you are doing. It will all come together,for you are one who has learned to persevere, even if you don't think so now.;-)Excellent poem!

Love,
Eileen

You paint what some, on the surface, will say is a desperate picture with the words of this poem. I, on the other hand, see a reaching out, a hand outstretched, looking for better days. I believe you will find them, Janet.