Voices echoed through the halls.
Pictures scattered on the walls.
The room is brightened by a smile,
Though it’s not been present in awhile.
Dreams come true in days gone past.
Hope filled our hearts and was shared to last.
Those memories though bittersweet,
Impact each new day we greet .
Promises made with love are kept.
Words given daily to kindly direct.
There always will be that place unique,
In our hearts for the words they speak.
With passing days we’re on our way.
Change makes it so we do not stay.
We will return from time to time,
But years will make it less sublime.
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Dae Stevens
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Painter's Dilemma
The paintbrush spreads the color of the sky in the shape of shimmering ripples. The added layer of white makes the ripples freeze in motion. The edges of the water are framed with the contrast of stilled snow. The trees blend into the snowy drifts as their true colors are hidden by each flake. The view above gives life to the mirror of watery images. The brush pauses as the artist allows the snow and ice to dry on the frozen scene. There is stillness and movement caught with the simple indents of the tool. The reality cannot be captured in perfect essence but a new picture is created from the eye of the painter. She adds each color and movement to make something so unique it’s never been seen before. This is the task of the artist. Each failure reminds us of how similar humans think to each other. Each success brings a greater struggle to create in the future. While there is no end to ideas, the innate desire to create grows dim in many hearts. The struggle is life changing but frightening, rewarding but time consuming. How easy to follow the acts of the past and place responsibility on another. The courage needed is strong enough to forge trails and break guidelines. Classes cannot provide such courage nor talent to make a creation worth the public eye. Tutors are not able to will the transfer of dedication and enlightenment. Desire is not enough to make an artist of an observer. One must trust, one must act, one must practice.
By Dae Stevens4 years ago in Fiction
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