Like an artist’s sketch
Gaining
Form and substance
As
Time passes
Vague outlines
With
Rough edges
Evolve into
Well defined
Silhouettes
Drawn by the hand
Of
Life experience
Once blank canvases
Take on hues
Of
Personalities
Vibrant or subdued
Fine lines
At the corners
Of
Eyes and mouth
Etched by
Cumulative
Joy and sorrow
Nuances
Of
Character
Painstakingly filled in
Year after year
Stroke by stroke
A work in progress
First breath
To last
No
Two portraits
Identical

Sandy this is absolutely beautiful poem. With your words you etched a picture of life that was wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing.🌞🌺🌹
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My pleasure. Thanks for commenting!
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Mind blowing !!!!
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Thank you kindly!!
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I agree with MR. Mel, you painted an evolving picture you could envision.
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Thanks much. I always appreciate your kind words.
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Awe, they are from the heart and deserved to my way of thinking.
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“A work in progress First breath To last”
Beautifully said!
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting!
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So vivid and true and beautiful! Thank you for this, Sandy.
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My pleasure, Tracy.
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We’re all under the brush! Excellent one! 🙂
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Many thanks, Tom!
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Very nice! You are an artist with your words.
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Thanks!
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