With Peaceful Easy Strokes

This is such a sad piece. Shadow painting seems a little hard on your part specially on someone so dear. Excellent!

Applause love always me xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

I love the title and your language usage is sublime. One line follows the other exquisitely without falter A sad poem on the surface, but sometimes it is best for all, if the slate, or the canvas is swept clean. It is like a rebirth. Love, Cat

Killer, i pushed ya button and gave ya 5 clarots, and they were well deserved, party, party, disco party ♣

such is the magic of your words ..figures of speech and sequencing that could acutally visualize the painter paint the picture live...stroke by each meaningful stroke... it is impossible to choose the favourite lines because each has a uniqueness of its own...e.g.....although "painstaking" and "ease" dont normally go together...you have expressed an emotion by placing them together...a master stroke .... having said that...i smiled and couldn't hold back the thought "how mean a female painter can be" ...lol... with much love...raj (sublime_ocean)...

This is sad but beautfully written. I love it's depth and the words you have chosen are uniquely yours and made for excellent imagery. Great poem! Love-Faith ~I never say anything I don't mean nor do I say anything to be mean.~

Would that ıt were as easy as you make ıt out to be!! :) and so poetıcally crafted! Tı amo Bonı

beautiful allusions, but I have trouble seeing you in anyone's shadow......Stan

a visual of a canvas all streaked and dirty, being painted over by a beautiful sunrise with the swirls and daubs of vibrant color. A new beginning, with the glorious path of the future. ~ love and hugs ~ Gee

What a well written poem with a great title. You have given us an excellent depiction of your emotions and that's what I admire the most in a poet/poet. Love, Moloko

Your words never fail to reach the heart-strings. Fabulous. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell

joan of arc at the stake but u live he dies what a contrast but now that ur a free bird a clean canvas can be cast and yes please do make it fast five stars are nothing for you you must have collected dozens by now and i can only wish glory to you as the one is not around.PROSE POETRY Joan of Arc at the stake but you live he dies what a contrast but now that you are a free bird a clean canvas can be cast and yes please do make it fast. Five stars are nothing for you, you must have collected dozens, and I can only wish glory to you as the one is not around and total freedom you've found.

This beauty of this poem takes my breath away!

i read this before aand could've sworn that i commented on it anyway - now it has all been said before me leaving me only three words to add oi oi oi love and hugs judd xxxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

"Do what you must but never throw anyone out of your heart" Ram Dass. I guess that would include painting. Love the layers of paint on this canvas, dear. ~ would you consider: losing *but*, I grind from the leaves rather than "ground from between the leaves....etc.", as each lift of brush (omit *the*). The last paragraph... I am now a (rather than I am a now, oops) & "my brush is reaching out from the shadow of you" as the last line? "There is a kind of mysticism to writing." ~ Irvine Welsh

Ann of Norway I love your idea of painting someone out wonderful, and the fervour with which one could do this could combine with the feelings and give it the atmosphere of a 'happening' quite a stunning one, if, for instance, one were to stage it, I can just imagine it taking place, in fact a whole play could be written using it as the instigator of it. Oh yo make me excited Jayne!!! Otherwise it is sad the reality of it, and with your hand shaking you dab and dab at the visage of the once loved person and it is, yes sad. "Little trees don't grow under big oaks" I think it was Rodin who said that when someone asked him to be an apprentice for a great painter, before he had developed much, this was his answer. It seemed to fit your poem too dear Jayne! Much love from Ann. Love this:- "shade, ground 
from between the leaves
 of midnight and dawn"

that much more i admire you ur poetry its undoubtedly unique where do u write it under WHICH apple tree?? PLEASE DO CONFIDE IN ME I DON'T GET EMAIL FROM NEOPOET SO I HAVE TO VISIT U ALL rEPEATEDLY THIs is MY THIRD VIsIT TO URS AND I LOVE IT this lap tops S appears to be silent cafe coffee poetry