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