Paint a poem

I once painted in colours bright
I loved the World with all my might
I took photos
still do sometimes …
I studied artist  all round the globe
This was my passion
Not just a fashion
But now my tears are falling
There is a mist
I don’t like this…
I’d sooner be kissed
With the colours that fed my soul
And gave my goal
A purpose …
And now poetry is filling my mind
As each morning I find
My mist grows greater
The colours are failing
Where once I had a paint brush in hand
Now I am wailing
And ask the powers that be
The same old question
“Why me?”
What purpose is this tiresome road I tread
So difficult and surreal
Is there knew dreams to be fed
As I ponder for a while
Really, what is the deal?
This prose fill my head
Where once colours were blended
And to my true feelings
No one really has tended …
I sit here alone
In this dreadful time
Where my sight defies to
No longer be mine
Whilst those around me fuss argue and bother
In their little worlds with their own cute wonder
I say “yes of course I’m fine”
“I always am and always will be”
“I’ll get you a cuppa tea,
oh sorry you’ve had a bad day”
“Oh me, have troubles … no way!”
“So… how many sugars do you have in your tea?”
“So sit down and watch the world go round with me….”
“I’m fine…
so take your time
you may never understand
None of us surely do
what each of our Worlds contain
what dream, thoughts scares or what we must do…
to get through with our woes…. i will listen to you
of course it takes time
And i’d be grateful if you could listen
because im not really that fine
But all things must settle
My paint brush you see
is sketching words now
so fluently!

Author: rosyhaze

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at

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