A Painted Afternoon  

It feels like there's so much to do, so much to rearrange and then we look outside of ourselves and see it was already done
Brilliantly captured ... Worn out painter indeed :)

There is so much to do..!  And now I'm playing a little bit :)  Thank you so much, whale.

"I live in the land of cotton and gin
as far as the eye can see"  
and then the bit about "light bends to Cassiopeia for a darker hue"
A beautiful picture from you =D

Thank you so much. :) I hope the rooms turn out as well when I'm actually finished painting..!  :)

painting with words..:)

And then some. :)

As a painter I can so appreciate this. There's a calming truth in the syntax and a place I have stood.

Standing with a paint bucket, I loved hearing that. Thank you so much. :)

i enjoyed that...it's a bit cozy

I'm hoping afterwards. :) Thank you.

quite beautiful, Pisha. I was there looking out the window and seeing the colors with you.

I love hearing that, thank you so much. :)

'tis a lovely picture you paint there Pishashee... :)
the last stanza, a welcoming image for the writer you be...

Thank you so much. :) Truly glad you enjoyed it and thank you for commenting.

Ahhh, Pishashee, luv ~ :-*

There's so much here to which I'm drawn: the pervasive imagery of warm, gentle rain, the quality and progression of light, but what continues to call to me loudest just now is "a temporal hardwood sweetness." I find it inescapably tender.

This is a marvelous poem, luv. :-*

I'm stubborn headed but sweet. I'm thrilled you like it! :) It is so good to see you, Savaja. Thank you so much.

I'm there at the writing desk, gazing out the window at the raindrops from a stellar brush...

I know how much you appreciate that outlet.  Thank you truly, John.

natures Monet painted on your window I would stare for hours..:)

It was really pretty  :) Thank you.

did you know that when you look out of a window at nature...what you see is a reflection of you at that moment

I've sat with nature  
so often and forever  
its become a mother.  

When I look at nature  
or step outside I feel embraced,  
and for a moment I will stand in the magnificence    
so glad Im alive for the simple feelings of the natural elements  
 
From a poem I wrote: Describing the Elemental Wind of Time.  
Thank you so much for the comment.  I love your connotation.  :)  
 
 
I sat on a stoop of wrought iron steps when I was five years old and I probably thought of the only original idea I've ever had.  I closed my eyes and I breathed deep the mistiness of the morning air in the dawn of my life. I was only a child but needed that self-discovery found in the solitude of my own mind.  
    
I wondered then if I would remember that very moment in which I had stopped all time and decided the moment was mine.  I described that memory to myself then as a continuing thought.  I wondered where it would lead me, or if that moment would serve me well, or ever at all. I  remember wondering...  
    
I wondered then if I would be able to bring back awareness of that moment in ten, twenty, or even thirty years, as it felt like a lifetime into the future, in that it would surely never get here.  
    
I closed my eyes and I breathed deep in that very moment.  Since then I have had a few of those moments where I will stop and connect to my surroundings to only hear myself breathe, and wonder at the wind that I can never the feeling describe as it washes my soul in silence that is felt within the mother's womb.    
    
In those moments I will only ask myself when I will do it again. When will I again stop and reflect, and then trace each twinkling of my eye back to those wrought iron steps where I sat as a child, and I thought. . .

i love this...it should be a poem if it is not already :)