We continue creating
a picture with words
until at last
we become the master
of our canvas
always striving for
perfection.
I'm with you, still striving, but perfection seems a long way off.You'll get there before me. A brief, truthful and pleasing thought-10 anyday
and always striving for love U make the sun in very cloudy day shine
and always striving for love U make the sun in very cloudy day shine
Striving for perfection always! Something new to learn always! I owe a big thank you to poemHunter poets. Lovely write Heather!
Lovely poem...We become the master of our canvas always striving for perfection....Beautiful write. Loved it.
You are already perfect Heather, I echo all the poets who have commented already... Siya_! !
How true! A wonderful poem, thank you for share! What a happiness for those who can became the masters of own canvas. For most of time I feel to be only its helpless slave. No matter how I mix the colors or how the brush would strike I can hardly paint the beauty that my eyes see, nor the bits of pains discovered in ugliness as in real life, often to find myself either lost inside trying to escape from image either trying to follow a dazzling connection which will slow its flow as soon as my pen touches the paper.
In that way, that you describe so well, we search for our inner cure and our bliss to share with the others. Thanks Poetess, very beautiful.
Yes, always striving for perfection. In a few words, you have drawn such a masterpiece that is almost perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true, we will always be searching for perfection, but with us been our own worst critics will we ever find it. A great poem.