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MARY ANN FROM HIGH SCHOOL
You might have been a bit like me
I read you were an artist
I tried to find you in your art
I couldn’t find you
Did you find you? There,
In your art?
Did you hide in landscapes?
Disappear in a tear?
Rage in abstraction?
Spill in color?
Did you play with form and texture?
Did you follow the rules
Or
Follow your heart?
Unabashedly splashed
In watercolored prisms mirroring your soul?
Was it a life lived out?
Out loud?
And
Are you painting still?
Pablo and Kristina5 Comments-
Wow Tina…
This is wonderful…
Love the splashes of rhyme…
I very much enjoy reading your work..!
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@Morganna Thank you for your kind words! I love your writing, Each of your poems are like paintings; visual glimpses into the mystical. They are fascinating reads. Thanks so much for sharing!
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Thanks so much Pablo! Appreciate you!
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It’s always interesting to find that some folks pursued their passions and see where they are in life (years or decades later). It’s an honest question that I can relate to, some of us chose business or whatever seemed more “logical” rather than the passion we have in our hearts.
Well done.
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@Wally Thank you so much for your comments on my posts. She was someone I didn’t really know in school, but I remember her smile. Her obituary was listed in our alumni information and I was sorry I didn’t know her better. We would have related to one another. and yes, sometimes it takes a lot of years to begin to move in what truly “moves” us. I guess I am discovering that now.
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