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Jan 29, 2008
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Canvas Of The Soul
Brushes of all dimensions
sit askew in rusted can
she lightly touches each of them
and rolls them in her hand.
Stroking broken ego
left crushed and
on the floor
she fills a brush with color
borrowed from the palette
of her soul. . . . . .
Expertly, she blends the oils
as beauty starts to form
past renditions disappear
onto canvas now forlorn.
— Janice Pearce, Jan 29, 2008
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poewriter58
18 years 4 months ago
Canvas of the soul
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
poewriter58
LadyTheresa
56 years 5 months ago
Just Beautiful!
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
Lady T
LadyTheresa
56 years 5 months ago
You Are Most Welcomed!
fthillsboomer
18 years 4 months ago
I said it out loud to check
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
Last line
LadyTheresa
56 years 5 months ago
Canvas of the Soul
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
Lady T
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
Musical Prayers
RSScheerer
18 years 4 months ago
this is really a beautiful piece of work
IKnowNoBox
18 years 4 months ago
Great use of the mixed medium
Janice Pearce
18 years 4 months ago
Thanks for reading!
Sinbadthesailorman
16 years 10 months ago
Janice I like this very much but, your word Forlon