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 © | Year Posted 2014

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