I liked that “still” was key (seeming) to the words on the left-hand side of the vase and “life” seemed to be what the right-hand text was about. I loved that the outline of the flowers was complete but details had only just begun to be filled in. The whole thing works in a wonderful way….
I love that you can draw. In pencil. And it looks like a pencil sketch.
I love that your words are filled with whimsy, and wonder, and wisdom.
I love that your handwriting is neat, and precise, and tidy. Yes, it is.
Mostly I love that you share all these little different versions of yourself.
And that your words have me contemplating my tiny but vast existence.
One more mote of dust, in a world swirling with gobzillions upon gobzillions;
all exactly the same, and each one vastly different than the one before.
thank goodness some of them know how to write,
and how to sketch with a pencil,
and tell the story with their insides on the outside.
otherwise, how would we ever know?
how would we ever get a chance to see?
we would swirl and twirl,
floating and falling through every day of our life
and never see a single thing
I had to laugh at your comment (although I know you intended it to be sincere) because when I think of all the labels I might attach to my being, I would have to say “poet” doesn’t even rank an honorable mention.
But I thank you for the sentiment.
And I really did enjoy this sketch, and the message.
Somehow I wasn’t aware (yet) that you could sketch.
You know how I said before that when I read your words, I don’t react how I usually do when I read something well-written? Usually I feel a tinge of jealousy, and wish I could have written whatever I’m reading. However, when I read your words, I’m always just appreciative, and grateful, and feel like I’ve been given a gift.
The same doesn’t apply when referring to your ability to sketch.
In that case, I’m just flat-out jealous. Sorry. *shrugs shoulders*
Well, you can comfort yourself in that I can’t even finish a sketch!
Seriously. Never divulge your artistic secrets. I prefer to believe that you intentionally left it partially drawn as a way of illustrating the inescapable truth of our impermanence, as is, “back to dust.”
I won’t tell, if you won’t.
YS, I truly admire how completely you apply yourself to your arts. Inspiring.
The other day I said to my husband “I feel it but I cannot explain it.” Of course, he was bewildered…I am glad someone else knows what I was talking about.
There should be an automatic like button for whenever I come to your blog, because I know I’m going to like the post even before I read it. You care about language, and I “like” that.
To say something huge in as less words as you can, encompassing so much in such little space is ultimately the art I most love. Beautifully written. I floated along with you. 🙂
year-struck 
Eloquent!
Thanks, RAB.
I liked that “still” was key (seeming) to the words on the left-hand side of the vase and “life” seemed to be what the right-hand text was about. I loved that the outline of the flowers was complete but details had only just begun to be filled in. The whole thing works in a wonderful way….
Oh, this is beautiful. Your verse makes it so visual too 🙂
Gosh you are a talented artist and writer 🙂
Thank you for your kind words.
That was lovely.
Thanks, Susan.
I love that you can draw. In pencil. And it looks like a pencil sketch.
I love that your words are filled with whimsy, and wonder, and wisdom.
I love that your handwriting is neat, and precise, and tidy. Yes, it is.
Mostly I love that you share all these little different versions of yourself.
And that your words have me contemplating my tiny but vast existence.
One more mote of dust, in a world swirling with gobzillions upon gobzillions;
all exactly the same, and each one vastly different than the one before.
thank goodness some of them know how to write,
and how to sketch with a pencil,
and tell the story with their insides on the outside.
otherwise, how would we ever know?
how would we ever get a chance to see?
we would swirl and twirl,
floating and falling through every day of our life
and never see a single thing
You are so full of poetry. Thank you for sharing that. Lovely.
I am full of … something.
I had to laugh at your comment (although I know you intended it to be sincere) because when I think of all the labels I might attach to my being, I would have to say “poet” doesn’t even rank an honorable mention.
But I thank you for the sentiment.
And I really did enjoy this sketch, and the message.
Somehow I wasn’t aware (yet) that you could sketch.
You know how I said before that when I read your words, I don’t react how I usually do when I read something well-written? Usually I feel a tinge of jealousy, and wish I could have written whatever I’m reading. However, when I read your words, I’m always just appreciative, and grateful, and feel like I’ve been given a gift.
The same doesn’t apply when referring to your ability to sketch.
In that case, I’m just flat-out jealous. Sorry. *shrugs shoulders*
Well, you can comfort yourself in that I can’t even finish a sketch!
Seriously. Never divulge your artistic secrets. I prefer to believe that you intentionally left it partially drawn as a way of illustrating the inescapable truth of our impermanence, as is, “back to dust.”
I won’t tell, if you won’t.
YS, I truly admire how completely you apply yourself to your arts. Inspiring.
Thanks, Tina. I hope to have more time this summer to do more applying.
Lovely! Your handwriting looks so familiar to me. Beautiful.
Thank you, Prosentine. I am a teacher, so perhaps you’ve seen my style of printing on a chalkboard or whiteboard. 🙂
The other day I said to my husband “I feel it but I cannot explain it.” Of course, he was bewildered…I am glad someone else knows what I was talking about.
Some things just cannot be explained. Love is one of them.
Very thoughtful and provoking…
Thank you, Patricia.
This is beautiful, from its many aspects.
I’m glad you like it, ShimonZ.
Lovely, I like it a lot.
It makes me glad that you like it.
There should be an automatic like button for whenever I come to your blog, because I know I’m going to like the post even before I read it. You care about language, and I “like” that.
Thank you, Scott. I know you care about language, too; that’s why I enjoy your posts so much.
Wow! 😉
Thanks.
🙂 As always, your posts are wonderfully entertaining and thought provoking. Thank you for sharing with us. Nice prose, great imagery.
Thank you so much for reading.
To say something huge in as less words as you can, encompassing so much in such little space is ultimately the art I most love. Beautifully written. I floated along with you. 🙂
Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed it.