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CARGO OF DREAMS by Nannette Hoffman

I believe that talent is the result of love...

In my forty years of teaching art and poetry, the word talent has always been questionable. Usually, students feel that they have no talent and become discouraged early on. To that I say: Ignore all those who want you to believe that you have no talent. Take risks! Listen to your heart! Believe in yourself more than in those who criticize you. Learn from those who have achieved, but always believe in your own instinct and original style when creating important work. Failures are stepping-stones to success. Accept them and move on.  That is the key: a willingness to fail and then keep going. I have found that those who feel loved and supported can do this most easily.

In my own experience, when I began drawing and writing poems at age five, my older brother, who was ten, criticized me. He insisted that I never did anything good.  But I never let his words discourage me because my mother greatly encouraged every creative attempt I ever made! Even when I preferred to write my own piano music and put lyrics to it, instead of practicing my scales, (as I was supposed to), my mother was always thrilled to see me express myself creatively.

I am eternally grateful to my mother to this day, since my piano playing, poetry, and especially painting, has improved over the years, giving me so many hours of joy. We all must begin somewhere. To repeat: talent is the result of love. Listen to your heart, believe that you are loved and allow yourself the joy of creativity.

Cargo of Dreams
by Nannette Hoffman

Poems are ports we sail into.
Our weathered boat is a cargo of dreams,
Plowing through stormy waters.

Like diving gulls, feelings plunge
into discontent with tides
of thoughtless, threatening clouds.

Slow drizzle breaks through
sun sifting rays, through mists,
of meaning exploring sounds.

Word thoughts come rushing
like so many fish rising at once
 to the shimmery surface.

Meditation enables paddles to rest.
Zephyrs of sweetness saturate marinas,
playfully preparing a perfect landing.

Sliding into those dreams, created with love,
our drifting boat docks into poems.

Nannette Hoffman: Nannette was a fine artist, teacher and poet, who passed away on December 9, 2010 at the age of 81. She was a native of New York City and had lived in the D.C area for 40 years before moving to Virginia in 2002. Nannette received her B.A from Hofstra University, her M.A in English from Georgetown University, and was a Master Copyist of Fine Art at the National Gallery of Art in D.C. She loved children and had one son, two daughters and four grandchildren. It was Nannette’s passion to inspire others to nourish their creative spirits, and she spent much of her life doing just that. Nannette published two books of poems and drawings with Ellicott Press: The Palette and the Pen (1992) and  The Image and the Leaf (2001). 

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