The Perfect Painting

I could not refrain from asking what it was that made her sigh When each picture that she started she took down. I wondered why. The young lady was forthcoming; said her thoughts were fresh and bright Every time she started painting nothing seemed to turn out right. Then she glanced at my own painting and declared that it was great She remarked I found it easy to imagine and create. Well, I smiled and softly told her that it was my special brush That afforded all the wonders; careful handling with no rush. So I told her she could use it, to be gentle for a start Till they reached synchronization so that both could play their part. What about the other brushes? Do not fret or give a hoot Mine will be the instigator, all the rest will follow suit! I went off to have a breather while she went to work anew Gave her time to get on with it then returned exact on cue. I could see her face was radiant and her work intense yet cool She expressed appreciation at my most fantastic tool. I will let you on a secret; I have played a hidden card For my brush is only normal. You were trying just too hard! You can paint, you have it in you. To your talent be not blind. As you see there is no magic; it was only in the mind. So good luck with your endeavours. Some advice, precise and brief You can make the perfect painting; all you need is self belief. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: This poem was written to pass on a message to all those who suffer from low esteem. Self-belief is the way forward. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author: Paul Callus Contest (Favourite Poem...) sponsored by Carol Eastman Placed: 1st