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Unfinished Painting


 

 

 

 

 

It was supposed to have been a masterpiece

like a Degas or a Renoir,

carefully crafted to live a life of its own

way beyond the life of its painter.

the palette colorful,

the theme clear,

incredible perspective,

and free of creative conventions.

But life got in the way;

the brush strokes became careless,

the lines extended beyond the canvas;

and all was out of control.

Self-love diminished,

the paint brush, stiff and dry,

the idea confused.

Regrets and more regrets

relentlessly restricted

the soul’s creative path.

An unfinished painting

buried under the debris of all hope is a sad thing.

An unfinished painting

that could have been a masterpiece once

sits quietly on the easel.

People still sigh as they

walk by it.

No one will ever know

its joy and inspiration;

no one will ever know

its real purpose.

Life is sometimes like

an unfinished painting.

My advice is this:

(or it may have been someone else who said:

“Make of your life a masterpiece.”

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The Life of a Poem


The Life of a Poem

 

by Melba Christie

Strong tree

A poem is born unexpectedly

from a dormant state

and erupts like a volcano

ready to inject its new batch

of thoughts into unsuspecting minds.

 

It grows old slowly

to our delight

feeding the hearts of new generations

with feelings and emotions

never felt before.

 

It only succumbs

when ignorance

and insensitivity

prevails.

 

Once it collapses

into a deep slumber,

so too dies the poet

and the muse

that brought it to life.

 

Gentle Intelligence


Some would call her a little slow;

others never labeled her but

just accepted her “as is”.

Today I discover we are all wrong.

I found that in her heart lives a song

to be played and registered as an opus

announcing an intelligence

unknown to us

the ones who know it all.

Her insight blinded

by our failure to see the truth

hidden in her gentle soul.

From her I learn

humility and the meaning

of unconditional love

and compassion.

A lesson I will never forget.

 

moments


 

I love this word. It implies an instant in time that may never repeat itself. Measurable only to the extent that it is memorable or special. Moments become timeless. Then there is the Aha! moment. I have had a few of those    change my life. Someone once said that there is no happiness only moments of happiness. Precious moments could be classified as moments of happiness. But some moments can be appraised as awkward. Can someone’s awkward moment be another’s precious moment? Van Goethe said, “every second is of infinite value.” So we may want to seize the moment to make sure that we stay in the present as much as possible. I want to make sure that the moments I may be able to produce for others are touching moments and become cherished by the receiver. I just wrote a poem about a poet who tries to describe the moments in his life that count. Here it is. Please take a moment and reply or comment.

 

The Poet in the Moment

The poet waited for a moment because it was all he could spare at the time.

He waited for the muse who had promised to visit him everyday to inspire a poem.

In the meantime, moments paraded in his head, This is what he saw:

A moment of glory when he won the race,

The moment he kissed his sweetheart for the first time,

The moment he discovered himself,

The moment faith was restored in his heart.

The proud moment his parents felt when he graduated from college.

The one moment he thought he had lost his mind.

The moment he prayed and asked God to save his mom.

The moment his first son was born.

The moment he remembered what he had forgotten.

Then, he looked up to the sky and saw a falling star

and thought to himself there goes my poem.

Melba Christie

 

 

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