Once You Told Me Poem by Judith Ann Kashuba

Once you told me, "Try to create with words
and sounds and hidden feelings."

You guided my hand on a white, spacious,
immaculate paper....and everything changed
into concrete shapes.

You showed me the way to creativity...and then,
you left me alone.

Alone in a marvelous world of fascinating shadows
yet...unclear in front of my blurred eyes.

Once you told me, "Try to create!"
and I picked up the raindrops-
and the red strands of the sunset-
and the crystalline music that once sounded
like a gentle water stream.

Now...
only one thing was mine,
one- only tear
irredescent
on my palm.