Life--an impression

What they say about life is not mine;
For me life is just an image�"
Just an impression of my deeds and misdeeds.
I am the lone artist
I am the lone observer
Mine is the comprehension
Mine is the appreciation
Swings of brushes are mine, colours are not
Easel is mine, the canvas is not
I know not whom
The colours I draw from,
I know not who has blessed me with
The canvas I paint upon.
The image when done
Will only be my tribute
To that incomprehensible entirety.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Oh nice!!!
The soul as an eternal wanderer influenced by what we sometimes do not know...the guide within us, consciousness, perhaps...
Beautiful!
xoxo

[Introspective Mind]

Your words are truly inspiring....thanks and regards, PoppySilver !

[Ruth]

Most welcome love! xo