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The Artist

February 13, 2019

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He is sitting somewhere at the edge of the world
His shoulders hunched by the weight of his mind,
The brush is poised at the tip of his hand:
Eyes scanning desperately, he cannot find
 
The perfect colour, the splash of gold
To lift him, soaring, through the skies;
Give his masterpiece life and heart
And banish the jewels that well in his eyes.
 
But the canvas is joyless, flaws flood to his mind:
The strokes are too clumsy, so filled with disgust
He grasps it in talentless hands, once again,
And hurls it with bitterness into the dust.
 
He will never move mountains or landscape the world
So he waits for the day he can give up the fight
And, as an actor in need of an audience –
Fade away fruitlessly into the night.

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2 Comments
  • acrosstheskysky

    i lovee this piece! the flow is wonderful, especially the rhyming. my favorite lines are probably "And banish the jewels that well in his eyes." and "His shoulders hunched by the weight of his mind,"


    4 months ago
  • JCWriter

    This is beautifully written! It flows really well. I especially like the lines "He is sitting somewhere at the edge of the world / His shoulders hunched by the weight of his mind," though honestly there are so many good lines here. Good job!


    4 months ago