Faded Passion
/Once I was zealous about painting
Untiringly I drew lines and shapes
To create my dreams
I played with colors and shades
Let them speak for me intuitively
From my subconscious feelings
Loved to watch wet-on-wet effects
From water and colors allowing
The free-flowing fluidity to play magic
Marveled at the unpredictable development
When colors married to each other
Enthralled by serendipitous spontaneity
My soul further pampered my passion
Then with the moving
Art supplies misplaced
New place not spacious enough
Setting up became a chore
Time cut by busy adapting to new routine
Passion of painting was sent to hibernate
Insidiously the zeal got drained
The fervent fire was put out
How did that passion fade
Once it was so ardent
Now listless
Then I realized I rather hold a pen
Writing poems to lament passion lost
Than pick up a brush to paint
It is clear what is to blame for
Stealing my passion from painting
By Shih-Fang Wang
From: United States