A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A PAINTER
Each morning the sun rises
Contradicting the idea of gravity
I enter the studio
Slip into my chair
Gather words
Organize random thoughts
I pick up yesterday’s thread and follow
As I take my place before the easel
Pathways open
Color takes on new meanings
At first, I am self-conscious
To paint a straight line impossible
Make corrections
Begin again
Slowly I pick up speed
Forget who is painting
Who is thinking
Who is seeing
I become everyone who has ever painted
Everyone who has ever struggled to express themselves
I create soul patterns with paint
Ideas come and go
Sometimes they are familiar
Like puzzle pieces that easily slip into place
The extra pieces I put into my pocket
June 27, 2018
annellannell 
Totally wonderful! a distillation of less perfect attempts, I would guess, like the example of the straight line within the poem. I am so happy with the thread picked up from yesterday, with the pieces in your pocket! I love the tentative steps of beginning and the climb to the point of unity. This poem is a significant work of art.
And you are the kindest in your response!!!
I love this, especially “I am everyone who ever painted.” How fortunate we are, to go, each morning, you to your studio, I to my computer, and continue being ourselves till the very end.
Wonderful I felt I was with you in the creative process and could see the painting unfolding. Absolutely loved the last line
“Pathways open” This is the best thing that can happen to a person in whatever conditions. So much inspiration and determination is there in just these two words. This makes life possible.
Yes, the pathways are always there, waiting for us to see them, to choose them. Thanks for your comments.
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I can’t seem to find anywhere to comment on your June 28th post to the dVerse prompt for opposites — In Days of Feast and Famine .. so will have to comment here instead. Apologies.
I enjoyed the post very much….the contrast to the beautifully set table….and then the passage of time and how it has been affected is very well done. This is a wonderful extended analogy about aging and the passage of time…at least, that is how I’m reading it. So glad you posted to the prompt!
Lilian
Thanks so much for your comment!
I hope you can help me. I can’t find how to post pics on wordpress?
xoxoxohugs
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