Dear” Poems – Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
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Dear Art Instructor,
I don’t have a clue
Can you tell
I smudge and smudge
The squiggles of charcoal
I’ve drawn
Until, on my paper, is just
An amorphous blob of gray
Not a flower
And you smile, erase
Sketch and suddenly
My smudge becomes
A lovely blossom
Can you tell
I don’t have a clue
rhymeswithbug 
Humorous! I know the feeling.
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I am the same way.
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I m clueless as well!💖
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I enjoyed your letter about your charcoal magical mystery tour, Candy! It’s like that with poems, too, especially with my handwritten ideas in notebooks 🙂
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Ha, I’m that kind of artist as well. Seems there are a few of us – thank goodness we have words instedad!
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(When we can spell the words, that is. 😀 )
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🙂
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Ha. I do a fair amount of drawing with charcoal and it can easily change from smudge to feeling rather inspired. Thanks for the fun poem. K.
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Ps – I meant to add it can go in the reverse direction too! From inspired to too much smudge! More likely in my case! K.
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It’s a humbling experience 😉
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I know this feeling. I took drawing lessons about seven years ago. I found that after the classes were over, I did remember more than I thought I would,
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It must be magic 💜
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Ha… I wish I could know the magic of drawing.
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I can’t even draw a straight line. I admire anyone who even attempts to draw.
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It’s all in the eye of the beholder. Some “smudges” can go for a nice little sum 🙂
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