Teach the Painter

Paints on canvas colored by heart

My hands created this work of art

Scape of an image valued by you

Teach the painter to trust the view


Game of players that learned the part

Advantage yours possessing the dart

Counted the cards, I'm blind to the rue

Teach the painter to trust the view


Colors of canine not a brand at the mart

Slapped in the face by the lack you impart

The gut has eyes to see straight through

Teaching the painter to trust the view


Dog in the basement held away and apart

Drowned oil on canvas that won't restart

The tear in my heart can't be fixed with glue

You taught the painter to trust the view



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Fay Paxton 5 years ago

I read this and tried to point to the lines I like best but I like them all. The opening line is perfect. And this one "The gut has eyes to see straight through

Teaching the painter to trust the view"...says it all. Well done, Ms. Amy. Up and awesome.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Fay. I wish I'd kept that painting. That was my gut instinct, at least as soon as I showed it to her. One huge disappointment, except for the actual act of painting, which was very satisfying. All I can say is I'm glad I'm me and not her. I wouldn't want to live in her skin.

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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Good stuff Amy!

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Will. A lesson learned!

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MartieCoetser 5 years ago from South Africa

To paint – and to write – is a painter/writer's right, opportunity and responsibility to submit his personal perception of a reality to all who have a yearning to understand more than what their own perceptions enable them to understand. As always, Amy, you’ve written a poem that encourages the reader to think again about the topic... to shape and refine his own perception. Great!

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Martie, You have a good idea I'm sure. Basically, a woman I was acquainted with at work seemed to just not like me (never a simple thing and too complicated for me to even be sure), but I decided to surprise her with a painting of her beloved dog. I chose a huge canvas and went to work. It was beautiful and everyone I showed it to before taking it to work to give to her, loved it. When I gave it to her the response was "underwhelming", even somewhat hostile and I had the feeling of taking it back and running!

I asked her for a photo of it just the other day (I gave it to her about a year before I was laid off) as I want to gather a portfolio of my work. She left me a quick email that she hoped she'd never had to tell me, but when her daughter left for college, the woman I worked with tossed it in the basement whereupon the basement flooded and destroyed the painting. I feel she was careless with the painting because, for her own reasons unknown to me, she disliked me. It hurts on many levels. I remember the time and care I took in creating not only a terrific likeness of her dog, but I created a beautiful impressionistic landscape. Thank you, Martie, for giving me the opportunity to just say exactly what transpired to inspire this piece.

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Appreciation is tossed.

A chance is lost.

Sincere kindness is wadded up and burned.

And there are no lessons that can be learned.

Reach out, and grab a heart.

It's a gamble but someone has to start. God bless your dear heart! God bless you, Amy.

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MartieCoetser 5 years ago from South Africa

Oh Amy, you revealed the same characteristic I once had (before I [eventually] succeeded to rise above those kinds of people). I still get angry when I remember the time when I wanted (needed?) to be liked and loved by everybody. Instead of bathing in the love of people who loved me for whom and what I was, I sought the recognition of those who did not like me for some reason neither they nor I could account for. It took me ± 45 years to realize that their will always always be people who will have ‘no eyelashes for me’ – and this is a direct translation of one of the sayings in my language. So be it, I eventually decided. Just get over it/them. Don’t even try to earn their approval of anything you do or don’t do. Just go on to be yourself. Life is too short to waste a minute on people who make you feel unliked and unloved. Let they just be happy the way they prefer to be happy. I bet you will never-ever again give any kind of gift to somebody who is not obviously your friend.

But, of course, when those ‘against’ us fall in one of Life’s many traps, we will save them if we can... and then we’ll just move on, whether s/he becomes our friend or not.

I love your heart, girlfriend. I have so much in common with you. I’m sending you a bag filled with hugs.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Micky Dee, for your constant kindness. You give freely and leave the paths you traverse on that bike...green and better for your footprint (or bike tread). And as many of the homeless greet me, I'm passing on that gift to you, brother in my heart, God bless you.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Somehow, somewhere we are sisters, Martie. I recognize the likeness in how we think...you always know. Each of my experiences impact me, unfortunately they hurt me more than change me, which is my greatest downfall. I have been reprimanded by many at that workplace by those that seem to enjoy seeing "my face fall". I try to be different, harder, but I'm no good at faking and I find, when I am sublimating what I honestly feel, the resentment and anger builds and my body rebels. I end up making myself sick. I'm telling you, Martie, I am a blockheaded German! In some ways, I hang on to my way of being because it reminds me so much of my beloved dad. I watched him, generous to a fault, and hurt so often, by those that so easily kicked him aside. I cry for him when I think of it, but he is in Heaven now, so his heart is finally treasured and safe. I'm going to carefully open your bag of hugs, enjoy a few, and save some for later. Love you, sis.

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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

You can take comfort in the fact that you were selfless in creating art for someone who didn't deserve it. It is frustrating to be the better person, but in the end the reward you have is a clear conscious. Thank you for sharing.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you for your uplifting words, Augustine. I always appreciate your positive take on things.

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saddlerider1 5 years ago

There is no graver insult to an artist of verse or painted colors when a gift is returned with abuse and disgust. I can feel your hurt. I to have painted many a canvas in my time some I gave away and I can remember the same thing happening to me on one occasion.

They buried it in their basement and eventually sold it for .50cent at their garage sale. How insulting was that? Oh well, we artist's are a fragile lot and sensitive to criticism or insults like these. Thank you for getting it out of your system via way of the gut and written verse.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear saddlerider, yes, she would have never told me had I not asked for a photo of it. Tossed aside like a piece of trash and thrown out with the trash. Sensitive or not, it's so careless. Oh well, maybe she picked up something at Walmart to hang on the wall. That's about right. She has no concept of the word "art". Live and learn...thanks for your compassionate understanding, and tolerating my venting, saddlerider! I feel much better now!

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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

The "gut may have eyes to see straight through," Amy, but the mind very often is not on the same page.

Do not spend one more moment in resentment of things in the past. They are not worthy of you. I have spoken! :)

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

drbj, I love that "I have spoken". I wrote about it here to exhort the demons....mission accomplished. I can't change; it's done, past and over so I move on down the road. Thank you drbj for the majesty of your words!

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BobbiRant 5 years ago from New York

I Now envy you, a most excellent painter as I've seen in your other hubs. I've always envied good painters because there is something mystical and romantic and real, to me, about capturing wonderful pictures that endure to time indefinite by good painters. Well done!

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bobbi, it is the most fun I ever have...being completely absorbed in a painting, losing all concept of time. I'm so pleased that you like them. I have many more, that I like more and eventually, I will photograph them and write a story...but, of course, the joy is in what each viewer sees!

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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

Yes- I'm very much the same - seeking validation from those who don't value me, worrying incessantly about why they didn't like me, getting lost in someone elses conflict and forgetting the value of those who bathe me in love. I can't get everyone to like me, it's an El Dorado, a shangri- la.

But, but wouldn't the world be a sadder bleaker place if we don't try. We just need to realise when all the effort is one sided and not at all reciprocated. We need to teach our inner painter to trust the view!

As always Amy you take your little life lessons and paint them into profound insight with the consummate skill of the artist that you are. BTW is there a little place for me in that ' sisterhood' - can it be unisex? Lol.

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

You, Docmo, are at the head of the class. You truly understand my feelings, although most would say "forget about it", I am still driven. And, I have been told by some (not here, as I have been shown great compassion, kindness and support, for which I will be forever grateful), but out in the world of acquaintances, that it's my problem...my attitude. I should care less about the careless. And, intellectually, I know that, but, alas my heart is the obstacle. In that capacity, Mohan, I don't want to let go of who I am, even if it hurts. There are always tradeoffs and I can withstand those that are thoughtless and retain my heart intact. It's a choice and I am indebted to you for your kind expression here that tells me I am not alone.

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epigramman 5 years ago

...well good to see you writing again Amy ...and I am very glad for you and excited that you are painting again too ......and also just great to hook up with you - and be able to send a shout-out to my favorite Mac Man!

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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

And, the Mac Man sends you a hearty woof woof back at ya! My MacGregor is bored in apartment living...which shows in his waistline! His loneliness was lessened some when he met a new rescue pup in the building. Now, he is relentlessly baiting me to take him outside yet again to look for his friend. It's too cold today to go out for a good walk, but better days are coming. Problem is Mac wants me to carry him back and refuses to walk after a certain point. Not an easy task with his girth! Thank you, epi, for your support. Tell your kitties "Hello" from me and Mac!

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