Her Life, a Series of Brushstrokes

She realized that her life
was a series of brushstrokes
no canvas greater
than her beating heart
and though portrayed
and misrepresented by many
their paintbrushes raised, in forgotten hue
she breathed life into every moment
her life upswept with silent
moments of wonder
and rejoicing sighs
beauty spoke to her
in soft whispers
in loud shouts
and her mind
was never silent
never silent
and though she was
a painting –
never complete
she always tried
to paint in beautiful brushstrokes.

(c) Sumyanna 2016

 

Beautiful image courtesy of Morguefile (rosevita)

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. another beautiful poem Sum…love and hugs

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      As are you πŸ™‚ Thank you!

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      1. Delyn Merce says:

        Oh my, thank you so much πŸ™‚

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          You’re welcome πŸ™‚

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  2. Beautiful! Enjoyed that.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so much!

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much πŸ™‚

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