Give me a map
and I will trace the lines
of where I have been
A timeline
will communicate
my raison d’être
Report cards
demonstrate the depth
of my conformity
Lines on my face
a testament
to personal efforts
Good girls colour in the lines
and I am no different
waxing orange and green
Wishing to create contours
differentiate self
from the compliance
Essence is fluid
and lines flimsy
and substance seeks
exposure and celebration
And try as I might
the orange of my soul
bleeds into blank spaces
and green of my nature
reaches across divisions
and I shall not succumb
to prescribed limits
and I invite you to do the same
colour with me outside the lines.
(Art my own)
I’m right up there with you. Not only did I refuse to color in the lines, but I came up with different colors.
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Love that! Hooray you!
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Beautiful poem VJ
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Thanks so much!
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This is an amazing piece. You are truly awesome!
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Thank you.
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This a stunning post, VJ. The painting is intertwined with the poem as much as the lines integrate with each other. I know this concept was not the gist of the poem, but I loved how you made me look at report cards in a new way. 🙂
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Thank you. The report cards wrote themselves in, and I had to think it in a new way. I’m glad you had the same experience.
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I love this, VJ. Strong words needed in these days. ❤️
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Thank you
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what a beautiful poem and love your gorgeous art, VJ! Each word resonates deeply in a world I that makes little sense and I too will join you on this plight. What other choice do we have! 💗
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Amen to that. Thanks Cindy
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Oh yes, lots of Amens, namastes, hell mary’s (and I’m not catholic) today dear VJ🙏🏼❣️🙏🏼❣️
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The pressure of society is huge (to conform), and society doesn’t exactly value artists at the same level as some others. But I have, and I do, and I will continue to (join you), VJ. And I love your poem. 🙂 “Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Love that quotation. Thanks.
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I will join you in coloring outside the lines, VJ! I lovely poem and reading.
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Awesome! Thank you
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“And I shall not succumb to prescribed limits” YES!
Love this and the image, VJ 💜
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Thanks K
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You have a deep understanding of knowing the self, and often, that only comes with time and living life. So well expressed!
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Thank you I.V. Too much time contemplating, I’d say, lol.
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I’m with you in living a life of non- conformity. A beautiful poem VJ
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Thank Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Thank you for the invitation! I shall take you up on it. I love the image. It reminds me of so many different things.
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Thanks Liz.
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An excellent invitation and so perfectly illustrated too. (K)
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Thanks K
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Loved this VJ! I love the last 2 lines!
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Thank you!
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I love everything about this poem and artwork, VJ! We all need to recognize how we were forced to conform, then break those barriers and spread our colors everywhere we want them to go.
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Yes! Thanks Eilene
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I’d love to stay in the lines. But then again, I’m claustrophobic. Love all of this.
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Lol, Mary. Thanks
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I am very good at colouring outside the lines, VJ. A terrific poem.
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Thanks Roberta.
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Wow, VJ. This, especially:
…”differentiate self
from the compliance”
It felt like a statement-making thought about why you create and express yourself – so beautifully in words and artwork.
Thank you! 💕
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Never too old to breakthrough. Thanks Victoria
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I’ve always strived to colour outside the lines, and most definitely part of me succeeded at different points in time…but, the childhood conscience is always present … “good girls colour in the lines”. Your poem had me rereading several times and reflecting.
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Like you, I’ve done the same, but in retrospect, how effective have I been. Thanks so much Heather
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Absolutely, botox – pourquoi? I have earned those lines, and I wear them with pride!
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That’s the attitude
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I find botox a funny phenomenal, why etch away the history and fibres of our beings??
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Right?! I agree.
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