Yvonne Rautenbach

Rookie - 12 Points (Aquarian - I am over 50 / UK)

Broken Art - Poem by Yvonne Rautenbach

Beloved tools unstirred
They are strangers
Brushes, pencils, pens
Erased from my picture
Daily I glance at them and mutter
'When I have time - another year
Perhaps another life.'
Where did time go?
Drawn away with my breaths?
My heart rigid in a pencil box
My soul embalmed in oils
My body dried like tempura
Smiling weakly like a Madonna
without a Child.


Comments about Broken Art by Yvonne Rautenbach

  • Veteran Poet - 1,492 Points George F. Hunter (8/22/2009 8:47:00 PM)

    Good thoughts. I know the feeling. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Matt Johnston (9/20/2008 1:03:00 PM)

    Definitely going in my favorites, and I keep out the riffraff. There are cleaver lines here, the best I’ve read today and I’ve read a lot today. The ending is memorable. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie , aryaindia (9/17/2008 5:07:00 AM)

    I cherish the beautiful sentiments you express so well in your poem. wishes with best intentions, arya (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lee Sharon (8/3/2008 4:12:00 AM)

    art is never a stranger to me it is life to me, art is never broken it is alway beauty even if it come ut nothing, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 12, 2011


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