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.

[AK]

That's why I like to paint in words... they never dry up. Love this piece!

[Just Manoosh]

The imagery you show here is wonderful, truely it is, I see this whole piece as a painting. I see a woman sitting on a jetty overlooking a lake, breathing everything.

Its funny you know, if you think about it properly our poems are paintings, you are dead on the mark with what you say, our poems paint a picture of what is to be seen.

A gorgeous write honey.
Mx

[E. M. Murren]

This is powerful. It is starkly real for any artist. Really well said. I am humble, it is so beautiful.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like it Emily.. dirty toes and a word or two .. not what you hoped for but still... not bad.
Missed reading you .. kinda sick so going to hurry.. nice writing as always..

Chloe
xoxo

[Blindmikey]

As if it's a being of it's own accord; an air that graces our mind when it wills. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with some hapless choice. Maybe it's more of a breeze that pushes such inspirations, and that we might only need to create the instrument to harness its wind.

The fact that you've come up with wondrous inspiration for this beautiful poem from the very lack of inspiration itself, tells me that you've come up with such an instrument.

[PianoandPage]

hm. i love the images you use. the clever paralell to nature and inspiration as we struggle with putting our visions to media.

the end isn't sad and yet you subtlely capture the small bitterness in that we often have to settle for what art we can give to the ideal.

lol. this is a celebration of our limited humanity and of our connection with creativity and all that inspires us. good write.