As An Artist Poem by Christine A Kysely
As An Artist
As an Artist
I have faced a canvas burning bright
All of it empty
All of it white.
As an Artist
I have felt the fear
Of being unable to fulfill
The visions I hold dear.
As an Artist
I have wondered long
What is my reason?
What is my visual song?
As a struggling Artist
What is it that I really want to say?
What is my true purpose
Why am I here today?
(November 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Thank you for your eloquent yet simple poem. This is the work of a artist and I appreciate it! I know the feeling.
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4/25/2024 10:34:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The problem of an artist clearly vis / simple langu, but effective / clear massege / fine wording / impresive tech. thanks for sharing.