They say she was born with it,
as colours fit on the boards.
The practice of many years,
hiding tears, with no rewards.
So many leave empty quills,
to pay the bills - forget art.
And those brave few who remain
face disdain, ’til they depart.
Brushes and pens leave their tracks
chalk and wax, subtle effects.
All these skills need to be learned,
talent earned, still with defects.
Picture that hangs on the wall,
she gave her all to create.
Glory at last she can claim,
speak her name in art’s debate.
Behind each success hides years,
endless fears, no peace of mind.
Her legacy is her art,
from the heart, she left behind.
Author notes
Option 1:
Every artist was first an amateur - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Form: Awdl gywydd
Artwork: Unknown
In a list
A contest entry
- November Rounds by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended November 12, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I am not familiar with this form, but I plan to read more about it. You have touched the heart of an artist who has innate talent but needs classes, practice and many missteps before she creates work that makes her proud. This applies equally to poets who must write many verses before their words flow as they wish. I look forward to reading your entry in the next round. Peace, Liz
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Fine poetry!
Very good rhymes and rhythm! Good wording! Good work! Good luck in the contest!
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Truly beautiful words in rhyme and imagery. A delight to read and enjoy. So lovely.
~Pamela 
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great write Jems
i love the background you choose to go with it
good luck in the contest
xxx Your angel xxx
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An interesting piece. I defiantly agree with most of it - creating art is either something you have or something you dont have and also that it is hard to "make it" with this talent -
but I also think, if we "make it" or not, we should always stick with the things that make us happy. Is being happy not a good focus in life?
A great piece with a great story to tell, good luck in the contest
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