ArtistryPicture in mind, pencil in hand
Vivid colors forgotten for now
And inspiration he cannot withstand
He will empty his emotions into the paper
The lines connect with elegant curves and artful contours
This fortunate receiver of talent exercises
His creative process, hoping it will
Someday evolve into his career lifelong
A beautiful piece of art, worked and reworked to the limit
The neoteric pushed it to perfection, to get the
Correct image out of his head and onto paper, so he can
Make way for more unique pieces of equal beauty
If only I can draw that way, to have the talent that
Never ceases to amaze the common populace
It's all my mind allows me to wish, to desire, to
Want so desperately, like a flower in a drought
Whether it's a boy playing his violin, or a girl
With popped bubblegum resting on her face,
I cannot express these characters through this medium
I can marvel at an artist's work but cannot experience the
Elaborate processive joy of artwork's journey onto canvas
SpringThe Temperature is just right.
Right enough that the birds are singing.
Right enough that the trees expose their beautiful green scenery.
Right enough that the dogs begin to play.
They prance like leaping gazelles and dance like birds in love.
The Sassafras tree awaits somebody to discover its sensational emanation.
If you listen closely you just might be able to hear the shy
mysterious sound of the wind whistling through the pines.
The campfire glows a dazzling shade of orange while you
roast puffy marshmallows for s'mores and reminisce
your memories with friends and family.
Then darkness falls.
You get an earful of a unique harmonic blend that is the music of the night.