For : Poetry Jam
Prompt - VISION
Vision
He painted murals
Walls and ceilings reflected his light
Sometimes he would be found strolling in the garden
Soaking up all the fragrance and colors inward
His brush moved so fast ……
In split seconds his canvases spoke
Though his world was getting blurred day by day
He never lost hope and grew a strong inner eye
His brush didn’t stop though vision did
He turned his hand to sculpture
And he did bring life to stones
Smilingly he would say
“Leaving the world of color
I am now enjoying this world of shape”
nice...this makes me think of some of the kids i work with...it takes being creative to figure out how to work with them...some express themselves better through painting...others sculpture...some verbal....but we all find that way we best communicate...
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Deletethanks Brian....I tried to pay my homage to a celebrated indian painter who lost his sight and carried on splendidly...you are right, we all do find that way we best communicate...
Thanks for this story of hope.
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Deletethanks for your words... :)
Lovely poem celebrating the human spirit and our love for creativity, that is in each of us.
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Deletethank you for sharing your valuable thoughts...
Now that is an artist who uses his gifts. Inspiring!
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DeleteThank you Sherry for your visit. I am glad you liked it.
I like this very much.
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Beautiful expression. Sumana! It's a related progression for an artist and his craft from canvas to stone! Great take!
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Deletethanks Hank. there are always many avenues for a creative soul....
He did bring life to stones - That is wonderful, what an image, taking the hard and giving it life. Really speaks volumes.
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Deletethanks alan :)
What an inspirational person--and an excellent tribute! An artist remains an artist in colors or shapes! Thanks for sharing this.
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Deletethank you... :)
Good for him... so much hope in this.
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Deletethanks :)
Love this...“Leaving the world of color
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His art form transforms and expands from his loss. Very inspiring!
Deletethanks. and an artist is always happy in his own space... :)
Whoa...that speaks of his strength, Sumana. Very inspiring...Lovely!
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Deletethank you :)
I think the lesson might be an artist is an artist is an artist. If one means becomes difficult or closed to an artist, he/she will find another way to express him/herself. What a beautiful tribute you have written to this Indian artist, Sumana!
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Deletethank you Mary. i absolutely agree with you . an artist is an artist is an artist......
This is extremely inspirational ... thank you for giving us your words.
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DeleteThank you for stopping by and your nice comment :)
...ah, i like what you said in the last line... i only once tried a mural paiting & it was fun & hard but loved the effect... in some of my paintings i did also use flower petals & leaves & beans to create color or to color my artworks... right now my concentration was on crayons but i hope to get back with the same technique i used to apply before in my art... smiles...
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Deletemy very best wishes to you Kelvin... :)
This is really beautiful!!
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Deletethanks :)
A poem full of passion!I loved the determination 'he never lost hope and grew a strong inner eye, his brush did'nt stop though vision'.Marvellous !!
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DeleteThanks Ushaji for your nice words.
ReplyDeletethanks for the visit Loredana. yeah ... a wonderful transition...
When the Lord closes one door he opens a window. How nice that he had the inner vision to see that window. Very nicely penned.
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Deletethank you Suzy for the beautiful words :)
beautiful words....nicely crafted lines!
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