A Reluctant Muse
As with people
Art comes in all shapes
and sizes – colors and
shades, are the lenses
of distortion, while the lights
of revelation; textures are
our sniffing out, the soul like a
canine, on the scent of its
substance...
The novice starts with subject
or theme; while those more hearty
trust in the unseen Force of art –
stepping from its precipitous
ledge with mortal abandonment
free-falling, taken only pen
and brush in tow; pads, paints and
primed canvasses – all instruments of
of man's omnipotence
The Muse hollers, Nay!
While I say, work with me
or die, plummeting toward
the unforgiving bottom....
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