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WE HAD A SEAT MY SWEET      AMONG THE WILLOWS 
LEAVES                                                                                                                                    
                
                                   WJICH, WITH DETERMINATION, STILL CLUNG
‘tis a marvel to behold
Quite so much to e’re be sold
Brilliance dipped into oils of a legacy
The artist saw the starry night and wrote about what he observed
Rendering roses and daffodils
With hills perfectly curved
And there are scenes all around you with just as much spiritual inspiration
So all I am asking you to do is allow Van Gogh to guide your pen with oftentimes exasperation
Yet and still it’s worth it when you’ve written a painting wrought  with glorification
Let ink think for you and follow it’s lead to that which you are so  adept to do
that’s all I’m asking you do to

Dali took some old trees long since dead and draped a melting clock over some threatened bark
And made a mystery of his mark 
As did he take the day and destroy the image of what is and what could be
That’s what Dali did for me
He took my mind and combined words into colors I’d never heard before
And as he took his talent for so much time as which he required
That is when, after his golden moon commanded, ‘twas only when genius retired
A clock of gold surrounded by greens, reds and blue
That’s all I’m asking you to do

Make your words as close to different as you can because almost every artist of depth will tell 
you that everyone’s art varies
Take thy pen of universal belief and scribe that which your majestic eyes dictate
Accolades are not required for a poet whose soul belongs in everyone’s poems
Nay, ovations are not the prize but a bow or a curtsy is 
and there’s really is no rendering to sketch and style that is anywhere near new
So all these things should be second nature to you

If it’s inspiration you seek I beg you to thusly open thine eyes
And as far as those eyes can see is inspiration glorious and galore
Your eyes begging to view even more
Whatever you are doing, whatever calliope of madness you may see
Draft away those drifting thoughts and clear your head until there’s only you so free
And then put pen to patient paper because I know the unquenchable desire is buried forever 
into you
And hat’s all I am asking you to do 
   © 2011.…Phreepoetry  ~free cee!~
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