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Artists palette, paints, prepare,
poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
bridge imagination's links.
Their respective streams compare
perspectives, sensitively share,
self-respecting, neither sinks.
Each intuitively thinks
symphonic patterns, well aware
individuals everywhere
beauty sense beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Pictures formed accompany
free originality.
© Jonathan Robin – sonnet written 16 February 2002 revised 7 May 2008 - for previous version see below
As artists palette, paints, prepare
so poets channel insight rare.
One canvas fills, one paper inks,
the foremost and the least of links.
Both tune respective streams, compare
perspective, sensitively share
where, true to self there neither sinks
as each through intuitions thinks
the way to harmony, aware
that perfect strangers anywhere
may beauty sense beyond time's brink -
horizons widen, never shrink.
Both pictures form, accompany
creative thrust with spirit free.
© Jonathan Robin – sonnet written 16 February 2002 slightly modified 6 April 2008
Jonathan ROBIN
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Moon Batchelder (12/12/2006 8:14:00 PM)
what a wonderful rhythm and rhyme these stanzas... and so true of course...our brushstrokes are words, our canvass, other peoples minds... |
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