The Artist

August 8, 2018

 

I’ll never be the artist
I see myself to be

The whimsical talent
Of those of the past
Speak to me
Yet I cannot define my talent
About the easel

I’ll never be the artist
I see myself to be

As I continue to attempt
All my passion into the canvas
Layer by layer
Color by color
Still I see failure

I’ll never be the artist
I see myself to be

For I’ve even the time
To devote
To one thing
That brings me
An eternal comfort

I’ll never be the artist
I see myself to be

So longing for the art
To take presence
Upon the blank canvas
Self worth before me
Waiting for life

The artist within
Yearns for knowledge
Of blending
And shaping
Breath into a piece
So exquisite
So full of energy

I’ll someday be the artist
My grandmother
Tried to make me to be

Compassionately
Smoothing the strokes
Of color into a life
Beneath the canvas set forth

© cmwilmes
August 7, 2018 

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