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Angelic Fire

Life as an artist is a series of battles. My paintbrush and palette are my weapons of choice. I struggle for inspiration until my mind rattles. The blank canvas challenges my creative voice. How I wish my mind was grasped by angelic fire. Then I would create paintings at a rapid rate. With the muses by my side I would never tire. Each evening I prayed that this would be my fate. Yet now I realize I cannot leave my calling to chance. Everyday I try to craft meaningful work for glory. This process is a unique and artful dance. What will be the ending to my chaotic story? I choose to be the victor of my whirlwind life. So onward I march; taking up my palette knife.

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Christina Cox

Date: 6/9/2019 3:22:00 PM

Your poem is so beautiful and amazing I would love to see your artwork now. I believe the muses are in your favor. Bravo!!!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/6/2019 5:35:00 PM

I love it that you are the "victor of your whirlwind life". And the first step is to pick up your palette knife! Well done. Bravo Jeaunice. Welcome to Poetry Soup!

Jeaunice Burnette
Date: 5/7/2019 8:29:00 AM

Thank you Caren for your kind comments. I appreciate the warm welcome. I enjoyed your article Why Should You Write Poetry. I, too, utilize writing as a form of therapy. It has been a real life saver. I look forward to getting to know you. Have a blessed day.