A Poem: Paint Drops—Tear Drops
1 poem within another, 2 versions.
Today’s Audio—
Hello all and sundry,
Hey, there! How are ya? It’s great to see you! Thanks for dropping in! Join me here under the shade of this old oak tree, let’s have some iced tea (mine is sweet and green), and catch a breeze. Aah, rather relaxing, isn’t it?
Today’s poem is another written while I was in college taking an art class and, most surely, a literature and writing course as well. That led to playing around with art and poetry. Now, I know that somewhere is the watercolor piece which inspired this poem, but by the time I was wanting to post this, it still hadn’t been discovered. Guess that means I’ll be closet digging, again; knowing that I have something and not being able to find it, d-r-i-v-e-s me crazy. Anyhow, I found some substitutes among some stock photos, and I hope they’ll do.
Shall we have a look, a read, and a listen?
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
Paint Drops—Tear Drops
1993—2 versions (Tabbed, bold, italicized lines are hidden poems)
V-I
The paint drops like rain on the white paper. Differences— Color, sizes, shapes, shades. The paint combines easily with life. Each aspect individual One accents the other. The feeling, made, is a sense of renewed Freshness. The rain drops drip As newness envelopes the world. Looking at it through a clean pair of glasses.
V-II
The paint drops like rain on white paper. Differences— Color, sizes, shapes, shades. The paint combines easily with life. Individual— Aspects are one, yet each accentuate the other. Water color drips those circular splotches… Slow motion spreading as it bleeds across white paper. Refreshing— Like drops of rain. Cleansing— Like let go tears. I paint in drops; Feel difference and individual merge. Making new colors in their meeting. Renewal? Or new? This, creating. Outside, rain drops drip Newness, envelops the world. Inside, tear drops drip Newness envelops me. Looking—at all of it—through a clean pair of glasses. W. Gray -1993
