Starving Artists
With brushstrokes soft
of many pastels
worlds come alive
on the canvases of life.
Each one, a master painter,
gently, some not so,
painting scenes, stories, events.
We, as the artists,
like what we have done
leaving it or them
to view.
Our work is then judged,
some harshly, some not.
Yet, judged, often times
in a pleasing, satisfying way,
thereby leaving the artist
full of himself or herself.
Not full in a bad way,
but enough to know
we have affected another.
Well done, master painters!
Well done, Poets!
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