I’m No Picasso

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I wish I could paint

but with colour I am
green skies
purple roofs
grey sunsets

With a brush I am
outside the boundaries
over the edge

On canvas I am

In oils I am


In acrylic I am


In water I am


In pastels I am


I could not arrest you

with my scenery

Nor plant you amongst poppies

I could not

catch your eye with my eyes

My clocks would not


they would fall

My portraits would not

look like the man

Any man

My still lives would sit


My Coca-Cola would be


My baked beans

has beans

Nothing I paint would

leap from the canvass

to stimulate your imagination

or make it live

But all is not lost

With words I can

Paint you a sunset
or grow you a tree

Splash colour across

your hopelessness

In time I can

trip you over a crinoline

constrict you in a corset

or stagger you on your first high heels

I can twenties flap you

fifties rock you

sixties roll you

or nineties rap you

I can take you walking

along leafy lanes

splattered with sunlight

I can stroll you

along a beach

I can place the sound of the surf

deep within your imagination

for later

I can swim you

In cool grey seas

tumble you under frothing waves

sweep you safely

back onto the beach

Take you


I can heat you

on a cold day

And freeze you

on a hot day

With my words

you can

walk on snow

too deep to walk on

Feel mountain breezes

caress you

Smell the cleanness

inhale the newness

touch the sky

Or you

can sit by a lake

aware of the depths

at our feet

Too scared to dip a toe

too frightened to swim

But we can still sit



Deb Hawken

Sometime the last century


Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, after fearlessly exploring many ideas, philosophies, and tools, I finally found methods that helped me return my mind to a better normal. One of the things I hated about anxiety was the way people treated me like a fool or a problem, I have two degrees and I'm a (much) retired black belt, my IQ is decent, but I constantly felt like a complete idiot, something that was exacerbated by never feeling like the real me. The girl who could laugh endlessly about the smallest things, and had a real excitement about what life had to offer her. I didn't need anyone else to tell me I wasn't 'right', I knew that better than anyone. My mission now is to support people suffering as I did with a message of support with what they're going through, tools and ideas that might help, and a strong message of hope for the future. At 63, which I am at the time of writing, many people I know are in a rut, yet having beaten anxiety I'm now doing more with my life than I ever did when I was struggling just to get up in the morning, let alone face the day. It's a wonderful feeling - so the main message is that it doesn't matter how long you've been struggling or what age you are, when you beat anxiety you will get an entirely new lease of life - and that's fantastic at any age. On a personal note I'm married to my soul mate, we have 5 cats, and I live in the middle of the UK. I follow a number of fantastic thinkers, as it's important to immerse yourself in healthy thinking as often as you can, I'm a Toastmaster and professional public speaker, and I keep life simple and encourage my clients to do the same, and my friends.

3 thoughts on “I’m No Picasso

  1. Deb, this appeals to me so much. I am an avid art collector and you’ve just painted a masterpiece for me, in words. 👍🏻🤗🙏🏻❤️


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