My canvas stays empty
Why should that so be
I am an artist with passion
I just want to see
I just want to see you ask
by that what do you mean
An idea to be creative
is something to glean
My canvas stays empty
My ideas are shaded with mist
I have ideas to sketch
I have a great big list
But my canvas stays empty
because my vision just cant see it
My heart wants to paint
But my eyes just cant do it
Once not long ago
my canvas was showered
With roses, poppies
and my beloved sunflowers
But my canvas stays empty
Cos my eyes wont let me see
What once was beloved
my precious art to me
So the canvas will change
It wont be a painting to ponder
but a heart felt with words
something different to wonder
My canvas is different
Though it cant be seen
But felt with the heart
So with the end of the tints
comes a new start
new beginnings are borne
Though i can only scorn
at this mist that is taking away
the sunny sunflower i love to this day
words to me spoken
words to be written
words to be remembered well
i can only tell…
you this is the start of something new
As my misty eyes open to a world
quite askew…
the most beautiful things in life cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart – Helen Keller – deaf and blind from birth
Rosy’s Ramblings 