Once you told me, "Try to create with words <br /> and sounds and hidden feelings." <br /> <br /> You guided my hand on a white, spacious, <br /> immaculate paper....and everything changed <br /> into concrete shapes. <br /> <br /> You showed me the way to creativity...and then, <br /> you left me alone. <br /> <br /> Alone in a marvelous world of fascinating shadows <br /> yet...unclear in front of my blurred eyes. <br /> <br /> Once you told me, "Try to create!" <br /> and I picked up the raindrops- <br /> and the red strands of the sunset- <br /> and the crystalline music that once sounded <br /> like a gentle water stream. <br /> <br /> Now... <br /> only one thing was mine, <br /> one- only tear <br /> irredescent <br /> on my palm.<br /><br />Judith Ann Kashuba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-you-told-me/
