Poetic Masterpiece
A pen held within my grasp
could create portrayals
of your beautiful display.
It is as if I am an artist
of which my deliberate strokes
sway with the rendering literature.
If this was the generous truth,
then I would have all of the necessary materials
that any Leonardo Da Vinci would use.
So let this paper be my canvas,
let this pen be my brush,
let this ink be my paint
and these words; my masterpiece.
How lovely and strange it is at the same time
to think that poetry could paint
my Mona Lisa in one hundred words.
Copyright © Zach Broniszewski | Year Posted 2014
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