These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


Here beneath a water snout
Am hosing down my memories
Setting my mind's canvass awash
'til there's but a shadow of hazy greys and blues;
A surface primed for painting over;
for a better picture,
for much vivid hues.

April 19, 11:49 pm

watercolor washes by Vandy Massey at
watercolor washes from UK artist Vandy Massey

August Bernadette
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