I witness the birth,
The foaling of new
idea, thought, imagination.
Born unto the parent,
Cerebral in form.
The midwife of ponder,
I assist in creation.
I witness the destruction,
Eraser marks on paper,
Scribbles through words
And the biting of tongues.
Buried in graves of,
Forgotten scraps,
Tossed in the garbage.
I am the inspiration,
Of prose and poem,
Lyric and song,
Stroke and medium.
I inspire dreams,
In the mother or father,
Who opens their mind to thought.
I am invisible,
Naked to the eye,
Which I hide behind.
I am there,
Working diligently,
To give you meaning,
And defeat writer's block.
Author notes
I loved this artist's work, and it truly did inspire me to write...Thank you for exposing me to a new artist I have yet heard of, As I am an art history fanatic.
A contest entry
- Artists - Poets & Paint by poetryality.
3250 points, ended December 30, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the visual imagery you've presented to the reader here poet. It is easy to witness, you have studied his works, they show themselves well in your words. The opening stanza gives birth to your vision and the last stanza shares victory. Excellent inspiration from the prompt. Thank you for this entry and I wish you well in the comp.
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥†♥
Renee
May the Light that illuminates the world be yours as guidance in the New Year, and all that is good flood the life of You & Yours to overwhelming.
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