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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Vision (08/03/06)

TITLE: A Growing Girl's Vision
By Sara Harricharan


Sticky handprints on bedroom walls
Crayon scribbles on the dresser
Stubs of colored pencils
Littering the nursery floor
To bring color to the world
Through a child’s eye
She has a vision
And she’s only four
A lingering dream
From her earliest days
Following her through the years
Just resting on her shoulders
Can’t seem to grasp it,
Too slippery to hold it
Maybe later in life
She’ll try to find it again
Paint spatters on old sheets
Glitter spots on worn t-shirts
Brand-new box of crayons
She wants peace in the world
Through the harmony of color
She’s only twelve years old
Dozens of sequins
Tubs of poster paint
Brand-new glue gun
The vision’s changed
To bring light and sparkle
To a strange, gray world
She’s not afraid to try it
At eighteen years old
Carved wooden palette
New set of watercolors
Black bristled paintbrushes
Await her hands
Craving her imagination
Begging her skill be known
Yet her vision is shadowed
She's somehow lost the light
And herself to the night
The empty void of nothing
An eerie calmness
Her mind is restless
Her thoughts tormented
Haunted by a ghost of a dream
There must be more,
There has to be
It’s fading slowly
As the years go by
She is now twenty
Still lost to herself
Still searching for more
Works of art
Hung on drab walls
Her signature in the corner
The paintings are dark
Wondering, wishing
If she could find the answer
To the question plaguing her heart
She must have a purpose
Must be important
She wants to be extraordinary
Somehow unique
Not just another girl
A lost cause, or so it seems
Why must she change a world
That does not want her to begin?
Confused and torn,
She’s running away
Hiding from the dream
That would never stay
A rushed evening walk
Last-minute choice
The plea to get away
Wandering aimlessly
Through autumn paths
To ease pain of mind
And paper-thin hurt
The closeness of the wind
Whispers of the leaves
Echoes of lost paradise
The memory of a dream
Becoming bolder
More real with every step
Standing still on an empty road
Her mind is eons away
Images flashing in rapid-fire
A faint voice sings within
The pair of hands
Shadowing the canvas
Hands so very familiar
Smoothing wrinkles
Pulling the edges taut
Readying it for a Master’s touch
Soft and sure
Gentle, but deliberate
Colorful strokes come alive
Lines crisscrossing
Fingerprints adorning
The picture has begun
So clear, so vivid
Tears flow freely
Burning as they leave her eyes
Soothing a marred, and broken soul
She relieves a dream of old
Every second and detail
Seeing it for real this time
The dream of a girl
Buried in the heart of a woman
The talent and skill
Given to her from birth
She is beautiful
Forever different
Holding the answer near
The pair of hands
That painted her life
The love her creator gave her
The one that never left
A light clicks on
The warmth for her
Sunlight streaming through
Forgiving golden leaves
Bearing a message
One straight to her heart
She smiles faintly
Coming back to the present
New resolve in hand
Pastels and paper
Oil paints and canvas
Custom-designed tools
She’s painting a picture
She saw in a dream
When she couldn’t make it better
But could leave it either
Maybe she didn’t change the world
Couldn’t make her changes seen
Her vision lingers
Freshly printed in her mind
Her life is changed
She’s only twenty-nine
Set out to change the world
To make it come alive
The world didn't stop her
She let herself be changed
Her dream is beautiful
Her mission of yesterday
She let her Creator change her
The experience of a lifetime
Faintest brush strokes
Swirled on her soul
Proud to be His
She's reached her goal

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Caitlynn Lowe08/10/06
Wow! An inspiring piece, I really enjoyed it a lot. It was a bit difficult to follow, but a few extra spaces in between a few of the lines would fix that easily I think.
Allison Egley 08/11/06
I really liked this. I agree that a few extra spaces to help separate things would make it easier to follow. I like the idea of an artist's visions coming to life
Helen Paynter08/13/06
I agree with the comments above, but would like to add that I enjoyed the sense of the journey she was on.
Sue Dent08/14/06
Me! Me! You wrote about me! A creative being screaming to be noticed, uncertain of their calling at times. This is in beginners?! What? I really enjoy how you tell a story with this style of writing. Beutimus!! That's a word, really it is!!!

Okay, I hope this works. It wouldn't let me post anything a minute ago.
Joanne Sher 08/16/06
You have some wonderful imagery here! Enjoyed this - and agree with the above comments. Keep writing!
Jacquelyn Horne04/20/07
What a vivid traveling through a life.