To be merely
A small stroke
From a brush,
A paint drip,
Or even a tiny
Unplanned smudge,
On a primed canvas,
Or on a canvas
Still rough,
Might just be too much
If it allows you
To become a part of
An artistic moment;
Disguised, yet,
Recognizable as such.
©Aaysid
“My name is Nobody.”
Homer, The Odyssey
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Wonderful, Aaysid. Truly enjoyed. 💕
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Thank you so much, Grace. 😊🌸
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My pleasure 💕
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This is just beautiful, Aaysid. I loved this poem – it’s like a painting in words – gorgeous. Xx 🌷💓
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Thank you so much, Ellie. I am glad you liked it. 😊🌸❤️
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This reminds me of all the times in the past when I’ve tried so hard to fit in somewhere, somehow, but always failed. I wasn’t adept enough at blending in, so I was always rejected like the errant paint drip or random smudge on that canvas. Your imagery is impeccable, Aaysid, and I really like how you create such deep worlds in so few words. Fascinating and sublime. 😊
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I know this feeling. I would feel over the moon if I were included, even in a minimal capacity, in something that I had been just looking at from the sidelines. Now, I just keep hoping not to be included in anything and let myself happily be on the sidelines. 😁 I truly appreciate you taking the time to engage meaningfully with my posts. Thank
you so much, Mike. 🙏😊
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