Muddy Toes

My hand thinks that it could paint.

Glorious scenes of ethereal beauty

spring

 

from my imagination.

My mind flashes images--

captures

 

for an instant the Magnificence of color.

I will try, dipping my toes

in the pond

 

of Creativity.

I will wade in--

dipping my brush in the muddy water,

plying colors from my palette.

The sun shines.

The mud squishes through my toes.

And I Wait

for my hand to move the brush,

for the colors to flow,

for divine inspiration.

And I look around

to realize

my paints have dried on the palette.

I am left

 

with dirty toes

and a word

or two.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

Oh Emily I really love this poem! The images of you with your toes dipping your toes into the "pond of Creativity" is a glorious one along with the image of the dried paint. Inspiration is just like that. It can come and go so quickly, but thankfully there are usually a couple of words left over to either inspire us later or become part of something else.

[la Abeja]

I really like this poem. This is about how I feel when it comes to writing. Thank-you for sharing.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

You posses a gift that would make Michelangelo or Dali jealous. You paint with black on white, and yet you produce all of the color that explodes from a desert sunset, you produce the feel of summer rain on outstretched hands, you paint the sound of dull throbbing of blood through vessel when one is pained. You take these little black words arrange them on white screen and you paint something that leaps, runs, squishes toes in mud and smiles.

Methinks you are a Master.

[poddar kushal]

yes, sometimes we could not recover whatfor we dive in that Pond

[Dezaraye]

I love this piece, Emily. I feel this way all the time. Super inspired and when I try to get it all down, I end up with dirty toes and only a couple of words. I love how you expressed these thoughts so eloquently and clearly. It's easily relatable.

[mick weller]

Ha ha - very nice... and isn't that the way it goes!
My hand thinks that it could paint...
And I Wait

For my hand

to move the brush
I see extremes - sun, colour
then the mud... the interfering itellect I wonder?
yes, very nicely handled

[Thomas James Martin]

very beautful. thanks for sharing itwith us.
tom

[Tamme]

This made me feel like I was walking into a painting. Paint may have dried but you created a beautiful work of art.

[Robert Luna]

For some reason I feel I have read this before. If so it was wonderful to see ti again, if not it was something that felt so familiar and welcoming as the thoughts that lay behind these words is a pure feeling of joy in a way of spiritual awaking and the wisdom we gain through living life.


Well Done!!!!!!!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

For a writer, getting the toes muddy for a word or two seems more than a fair enough trade, especially words as nice as these.

[Candle in the wind]

This is just too beautiful ! I don't wish to clutter it with words. Its going to my favorites!