Artist Alone Comments

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Appreciated the adorable poetic expression. Top score

This is not sadness nor madness. Nothing can hamper the mind of an artist. An artist paints the canvas but a poet paints mind of self and others creating beautiful poetry....10

this is wonderful, I loved reading it..! i'm write as well so please check my site 2 :)

You surely have an artist's heart to paint with words of canvas that has been prepared by Van Gogh.10+ This is one poem I wish I could have written,

Honest, true and powerful words. A painter see with wonderful vision. A amazing poem.

its beautiful poem/ love it /// All alone loneliness light of candle makes depth the friendship phantom of sight on wall by wall mossy grey solitude sound of cricket in the heart of desert creates the craftsman of word the poet or poetess in starry night

What a beautiful way to express the depth of feelings, A lovely poem indeed.

I surrender To the paleness Of my room, unattached To another's heart.... Felt like revisiting this lovely poem of yours, dear Susan.

Such a nice poetry...............10+ I am a alone artist...though i am a voice artist.

Excellent crafted poem Susan Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken

The lonely feeling, so well portrayed It enters the heart. The secret of good poetry, molding feelings into words. This lovely poem does that and more, it creates mood, and takes us directly ' into the paleness, of her room, unattached' Our hearts, snatched. Excellent work.!

A stunning, beautifully penned poem Susan that resonates so well with me.10+

well weighted and well written.

What a quietly powerful, well-crafted gem you have given to the world. A beautiful piece of your soul here. It made my morning. Thank you!

Another excellent poem written with such descriptiveness and feeling that you always do so well. My friend, my favorite, I hope all is well.

I surrender to the paleness of my room Unattached to another's heart. Susan, your loneliness speaks directly with the readers heart. beautiful choice of words. Congrats. And thanks for sharing.

Wow, I so relate to this, I am in my own poets prison also, it is like hearing an echo.

It is not with the sadness, Nor madness, Of Van Gogh That I exclude myself On winter days, in February... Makes me question why I surrender To the paleness Of my room, unattached To another's heart.... Tis merely my own poet's prison That paints my starry starry night. Wow. Beautiful lines, dear poetess. I felt warming up to a new era. Yours is a touchy poem indeed. Would love to read more from you. Thanks dear poetess for this beautiful poem. Subhas.

It is merely my own poet's prison That pains my starry starry night. Superb expression projecting the inference of introspection of almost every one in our fraternity. Heartiest Congratulations for the poem of the Day.

Magnificently written Susan. Great job.