Sacrificed To Master Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not an artform one has crafted,
With time sacrificed to master...
Is presented publicly to expose,
A negligence of detail.
Or a thought process...
Scrutinized under microscope,
By those seeking closely...
A blemish or a flaw to detect it shown.

Not an artform one has crafted,
With a technique unique...
That has taken years to create,
Develop and complete...
Is done without determination.
Or can be left to rest.
Nor is one thinking of a proper diet to eat.

A commitment to producing excellence,
Is a difference one makes to stay devoted.
And it does not matter who in moments critiques,
A composition, performance or something exquisite...
Visually that treats.
What matters to the artist,
Who has been designated as such...
Is a soul that is honest and has been bared to touch.

And...
With a technique unique.
That has taken years to create, develop and complete...
One who has sacrificed to master their chosen craft,
Is in no need to ask from anyone...
For an approval to get to rate a sweating of an effort.
With years taken to master a lifelong task.
Since an appetite that stays to crave,
Will not satisfy with a rating to give it...
Or,
Believe the doing of this to accept...
Keeps the perceived ego of an artist forever fed.

Not an artform one has crafted,
With time sacrificed to master...
Is presented publicly to expose,
A negligence of detail.
Or a thought process...
Scrutinized under microscope,
By those seeking closely...
A blemish or a flaw to detect it shown.

One who has mastered...
Their craft to make known,
Has spent too many days and nights alone...
Remaining devoted.
And hopelessly determined to stay,
Just that way.
Committed.
To producing excellence.