Awestruck Poem by Janice M Pickett

As I sit here
Easel in front of me, paint brush poised
I stare out across this barren hillside
looking for a place to start creating my masterpiece
I drift into deep thought
and find myself poised high above
cushioned by a white fluffy cloud
free from the clutter of the world below



I see an expanse of beautiful colours
golden bronze and deep meaningful shades
as i gaze at the beauty it starts to transform
people of all shapes colours and races flow
from the surroundings
happiness and contentment on their faces


I see no green or blue. I smell no flowers
scented by gentle rain drops
I see nothing but the raw truth
as it should be



For the rustic colours and man have now blended
nothing hidden nothing sugar coated everything visible
and real
I am amazed and delighted and set free



I see the valleys within the rustic hills and
am awestruck as from those depth
I see myself lifting up expanding and embracing
all around me.
I feel the love and the contentment of who i am

I shiver and realise I am still here
sitting with a picture no longer a blank canvas
but a product of my experience
for on the canvas
in front of me appears an image
from the crevices of my imagination
from the depth of my soul
and the height of my talent
is the perfection of this moment