Laura Leiser Poet Free verse

The Artist

Look at the tall, young man
walking down the street
in black, tattered shoes.
He is wearing a purple beret
and a bright orange and white
striped shirt.
His dark blonde hair is 
long and layered.
His body in thin and lean.
He has a handsome face
with dark, arched brows
that frame his grey-green eyes.

He walks with a nonchalance
yet there is a determined look
on his face.
His mind is full of creative ideas
lost in fantastical thoughts.
He observes and contemplates
films and edits
draws and envisions.

He is looking to make his mark
in the world
To have his voice heard
To stand out among the many.
The competition is fierce
yet he will not compromise.
The goal is authentic
self expression.

Through the pain of
repeated rejection
he continues to put 
one step in front
of the other.
One day he will
succeed, if he
perseveres.
Keep walking
young man
my son.




Written in April, 2004

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Miraj Raha September 19, 2015 at 10:39 AM the last line brought a smile to my face,nice dedication to your loved one,and I sincerely hope he will one day stand tall. Laura Leiser September 19, 2015 at 2:22 PM Thank you, Miraj. My son has had some success, but it is really hard to break into the big time as an artist. He keeps trying!

Kevin Leake September 19, 2015 at 4:30 AM Good write Laura, Reminded me of that old saying, if at first you don't suceed try and try again!!! But a good potray of someone trying to find there place!! Best Wishes Kevin Laura Leiser September 19, 2015 at 2:20 PM Thank you for your comments, Kevin. This poem is about my son, who for years has struggled to make himself known as an artist. He keeps on trying, but the road has not been easy.