No Straving Artist's Here -A POEM
Art splotch By art splotch Ink blotch Unveils An artist’s idle mind Her hands dipped in rainbows & storm clouds & interwoven dew-dropped spider silk besides She knows no repose Other than how her flowers grow In neatly tended rows- Order given to the world Chaos hold no place for this girl with the art splotched face, Only ironies & cliff notes. I would say that I am she But that would be a lie And a liar am not I, not now, this time I envy her simplicity Painting as she feels But each feeling accounted for Her life a canvas Her heart a door But without the surprises I jump for- I tire of jumping- In a mess Out of trouble- Here and there as others command Or as they lay shame Should I know better now than as then? With age, where has my wisdom gone? But she, ever young, and not as me Is the artist I had hoped to be- Pictures converge making sense Other lay thick high praise f...