THE TEACHER
One day with your finger
You wrote "Master"
On my palette
Quietly you left the
Message for me to read
I was spreading sumptuous
Violet across my paper
The color vibrant
A silent suggestion
A vision clear
A single goal
At the time
You were the Master
I was the student
But quietly suggesting
What I could become
It happened
Many years ago
I still keep that
Treasured gift
Of encouragement
Generously given
I give it to others
Every chance I get
In memory of you
Note: Teachers can inspire, encourage, build up students, or they can destroy. A good teacher is a treasure.
Prompt: vivacious, vibrant, vacuous, manipulative, vision, single,
sumptuous, slather, spread, short, sassy, violet, master
11 comments:
Reading this and seeing you again in your studio I feel the confidence that a sense of mastery brings - although carefully combined with the humility to pass it on..
What a wonderful tribute to your master teacher! I had several in my lifetime and feel so blessed!
I'm hugging your poem to my teacher's heart this morning. Thank you!
Night Class in German
I love the story your poem tells. I can fill your gratitude and love that you pass it on. Beautiful write.
feel, of course, not fill
Love the story and yes, teachers can be a wonderful blessing!
"you wrote master on my palette" Ahhhhhhhh poetry itself ... A lovely poem :)
How true this is and even now scores of years later do I remember those that encouraged me to find my hidden potential.
A masterful tribute by a master who has learned the most important lesson. This is wonderful my friend,
Elizabeth
Paying it forward in the absolute sense. The gift that keeps on being given, Annell! Thank you, for all those who never told you!
Annell, such truth in your words here. The wrong teacher can destroy a life.
Pamela
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