morning paint

artist

canvas is blank

sits on stool virtuous 

willows kinky at oak easel

jazzy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Sidlik Avatar
April 13, 2026 at 11:17 AM
Dear Ghairo, beautiful impression... I perceive words as colors, tastes and smells... Thanks for your observation of my poem Tenderness. It was like a balm for the soul in a constantly aching body... I am 71 years old, genetic osteoporosis since youth, 7 years of rare Paget's disease of the bones. Opiates, sleepless nights. I am a childless widower. My nephew - mildly autistic (Asperger's syndrome) takes care of me. I live only for him and poetry keeps me afloat. May God bless you...! Marian Sidlik, Slovakia.
Daniels Avatar
April 13, 2026 at 12:42 PM
ThkU for visiting, Marian & for sharing. I’m sending you Great Love & Healing. Know that you are a strong woman. Xx. Blessings returned 10x from South Africa to Slovakia.
Hind Avatar
April 12, 2026 at 8:39 PM
so cool :)
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April 8, 2026 at 4:05 PM
Hello Ghairo, the aretist is probably thinking what the thyme would be for the canvas. blessings my friend. /Darlene/
De Beaulieu Avatar
April 9, 2026 at 11:42 AM
Hello Ghairo, Oh , that makaes sense to me. blessings my friend. X Darlene/
Daniels Avatar
April 8, 2026 at 10:19 PM
ThkU for visiting & read, Darlene. I think she knew it would be willows. Just settling herself. Blessings returned. X.
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