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Justafixanalyzation (H.N.L.)
by Jared WinklerAn artist takes his paint brush,
gently strokes an image on my mind.
A projected thought, a feeling
perfectly individual ideas entwined.
His hand moves easy and freely.
So steady. With reason. With grace.
Then suddenly goes faster and faster
Creating at an uncontrollable pace.
He lets everything flow from the bristles,
But, his work, once filled with truths
gets mangled with what could never be.
Still the beauty of the work ensues.
I try desperately to reason:
"What is this you've done? It's not real!"
He stops, sighs, and starts painting again,
images telling me to feel what I feel.
I nod, stare intently, walk back into my life,
Pretending to believe what he has said.
But still that brave little artist
Is stuck inside of my head. 03/27/2003 Posted on 03/27/2003
Copyright © 2024 Jared Winkler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A.M. Demarco on 03/28/03 at 05:37 AM And such is the process. Ah, artistic mind$#%@s. |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/13/03 at 08:52 AM oh, excellent! as a fellow victim of those strokes and bristles (great word there), i really enjoy this poem. awesome title too; whatever the fix may be, its promises keep us coming back for more.. |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 04/14/03 at 03:03 AM very cool |
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