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not an artist
by Emily G MyersSo many paintings hanging on the wall
My respect and love fills the gallery
But anger rises from me as well
I'm sick of not being an artist
Words can never measure up to watercolors
This pen can never be a paint brush
Lined paper is not a canvas
My talent can never pass the alphabetic limit
Nothing is the same as painting
There are so many pictures in my mind
And my ability traps them there
Never to escape or present themselves to others
In my mind they will stay forever
Unless God springs some artistic talent on me
But that doesn't seem to realistic
So I'll accept the fact that
I'll never be an artist 11/14/1999 Posted on 10/26/2004
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/26/04 at 04:32 PM I sometimes think I missed my calling also in this regard, though another voice tells me I'm doing exactly as I'm suppose to. Thought provoking portrait Emily, albeit literal. |
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