
What is not there
I do but dare
to creatively appear
upon the mirror
within my mind
for like to find,
who tread unknown
with thought to own.
What is not there
is mine to snare,
to create in image
life's alternate scrimmage,
impossible dreams
or so it seems
until it's portrayed,
graphically displayed

What is not there
is but a scare
until fully visualized,
artistically realized,
smacked in the face,
no pencil to erase,
permanent India ink
revealing what I think.
What now is there,
imagination laid bare,
you may search and seize,
ponder and tease,
wander inside and out
until you want to shout,
"Eureka, I found it,"
pit wit against wit.

I DO BUT DARE
to create,
to discover what
ART IS...

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moment of idea realized. great work.




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