An Artist’s Self Portrait
In statue I am not tall
Not dark
Not young
Not male
I work everyday
It is not a question
It is what I do
I always have a ready
Smile for you
You will think
When you step
Into the studio
I was just waiting
For your return
......So be it
I am quiet
Lost in concentration
A hermit
Living in gratitude
I am my own counsel
I investigate what
Interests me
Though I value
What you see
What you think
I follow my own path
From seashore to
Desert shelter
Stickers in my feet
Brush in hand
Eyes open in wonder
Gather colors
Red, yellow and blue
And use them to
Share my world with you...
Will you know me
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Posted on April 7, 2014
by 1sojournal
New Wordle List
Meaning, hurl, listener, rattle,
pluck, taut, clenched, music, tender, unique
The Bowman and the Maiden
In the air
Music so tender
Eyes awash
The scent of lilac blooms
The color lavender
Heavy in the trees
Heavy in the trees
Spring is here
The bowman draws
The string taut
Releases the arrow
Hurled through the air
Hits the bulls eye square
Maiden fair
Smiles in his direction
Offers token
For luck
Offers token
For luck
3 comments:
I enjoyed this portrait, Annell. I can see from your words that art is your life, and life is your art.
I, too, am a hermit living in gratitude, so I resonate with this poem. In the second poem, I love the image of the bowman pulling the string taut.
i like how you start by describing everything that you are not...
and the sentiment on them walking into the room
as you had been waiting..
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