"The artist paints his soul on canvas"
and his mind he sculpts in clay
He worships with his brush-strokes
and creates enigmatic displays.
His life remains a mystery
his spirit--still unearthed
each piece somehow still reaching
for some transcendental birth.
The whole world is so certain
they've got him figured out
They say, "this means quiet peace"--
He secretly called it "shout"
That's the artist's plight, you know
perpetually misunderstood
Always seen as aesthetic
always lauded as "good"
While inside and on canvas he is begging
for some acknowledgement--some empathy
and his soul's poured on that canvas
for everyone to see.
A contest entry
- A Painter's Brush! by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Beautifully scripted this flows so lovely down the page like a brush bursting with imagery and colours
Stunning write
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~Manda
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ok...so i am an artist myself and this poem was just amazing! i loved everything about it. and all that you said is true...very very well done
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