The Painting

Just a wonderful story/poem and I really visualized it the whole way through. One of your greatest writings dear Jane I loved it so. KUdos to you my lady friend LOve Mona xx0x0x0x0x0xx Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

Oh My Goodness! I have just left you a post on the Rosina poem about a painting or drawing, and then I see this...lol Interesting! I love this, the flow, color and just the explanation for each thing , makes it all come together an paints a vivid picture for the reader.Bravo!! Wonderful pen, Judyanne **Smiles** Love and hugs, Venus xxxx

Ann of Norway Oh the paintings, the pictures on the walls of our childhood venues they have within them the essences of home, they vibrate with sentiments and feelings as we look at them and are there again in childhood dreams. There in the withdrawing room, no, the one in the bedroom, this was of two girls, one slightly darker brown haired than the other close to each other in age, standing with their feet in the waters of a river leaning on a rock, and my mother said to my father:"Wouldn't it be nice to have two daughters just like them." These two girls were there in each bedroom of each house they lived in, and it came to pass that there were born to them two daughters, exactly like the two in the painting!!!! Ann and Jean, my sister. Another print of a painting was of an old fashioned Gypsy caravan which emanated an excitement, the horses and the painted wagon so haunting, wandering peoples, it gave me the wish to travel out into the wide world and be like them, living in natures wild dreamed ways. The other one was similar to yours Judyanne where two girls, again, wearing velvet dresses, one green and one yellow, on a Persian rug the one standing, the other doing her tapestry sampler, the serene atmosphere of this scene was so lovely, so silent, and yet full of the warmth of friendship, that has stayed with me from my own family and is still there in that pictures still contemplation. That was the one in the drawing room, where we were always together listening to music beside the open fire in the evenings. My parents copied the carpet of gentle green and the velvet curtains. Judyanne you take me away to those pictures, I see them with holly on their tops at Christmas, with the sunlight coming through the tall curtains lighting them up, you lit up a memory for me here, I thank you with love Ana-Nya

This is odd. I've just, a moment ago, read Venus's comment on the poem `For Rosina` and I find that too, that you've written a poem about a painting...Something mystic going on here! Brilliant poem...brings shivers up my spine. Rosina xena465

What sweet inspiration that painting must have filled you with. This piece gets my vote, as well. Graceful and lovely. Love, Cat

Or in her seat, I have to reread it again and is that where you feel stuck with it in that line? Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

I have a 3 sepia photos of my mom and her two sisters. My mom is standing like a star in a professional shoot, and her two sisters are in a wedding gowns. All are gone now, so are their stories, most of which, I'll never know. Dreams of a young girls, women of all ages, do they really change? Thank you for your poem, Judyanne. It's well-written and we really are the same spirit, inside aren't we...sighing into the present. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

THis poem tells me what it looks like in there. If I were to close my eyes I could see what you said. Wonderful, please do write more! I look forward to your next poem.

This ones just beautiful ... applause ~! Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

An amazing story, painting. I am so late to the party Judy! Well written and delivered. Your growth and presance here is amazing. Julie D.D.

Your descriptive powers are a blessing and the interesting history of the painting in your family adds a great closure to the description. Great write!

books and illustrations bred imagination and paintings were worthy examinations of worlds This is a great poem I have enjoyed this immensely Esker