When I Paint
I lose myself in canvas and the smell of turpentine.
I take control when chaos reigns by painting shape and line.
The colors there reveal the place I really want to be.
And subject matter shows my dreams for all the world to
see.
I revel in flamboyant hues with scads of colors bold.
The world I paint so oft' reflects the only joy I hold.
Don't shed a tear or feel regret for me and what I do.
I'm rich! I'm blessed! I'm capable of sharing all with you.
There may be times when I have used my painting to escape,
But Ah-h! The joy it's given me is worth a ransom's weight.
For I have means to capture dreams and visions from before.
I paint the subject lost to past and then it's lost no more.
Music: Solitude
Author's Notes/Comments:
I love to paint the rural scenes I remember from childhood. I visited an area where we lived when I was in grade school and it broke my heart to see that the whole countryside had sprouted houses and subdivisions. I remember fields of corn and tomatoes and pastures rolling for miles. I paint them now so my own children can see what I once saw.
Outstanding! I love the heart in this. It's the way I feel about writing poetry itself.
Jessica,
I told Jim to tell you how much I enjoyed reading this poem, but I didn't tell him that I can relate to it so well that it feels like I wrote it. We have a great deal in common and I can see it in all your work you have shared--both painted and written. God bless you.
Later,
Leah
Another excellent write, Jessica. Seems you are back in the swing of things.
Kim