Admiration Poem by Sandra Feldman

Admiration



You thrill me,
You chill me,
Beyond any words,
Who are you?
The Artist,
With talent
that burns.

Thursday, February 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: talent
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 22 February 2016

Yes! Doing what we want is when we combust matters not in what we thrust

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Souren Mondal 20 February 2016

I would like to see this in a slightly different way than Pam.. When we find a work of pure art - say a fine painting or a great poem - it thrills us to go and seep in its essence.. But then there is a strange chill - we wonder, as artists, what have we done or doing? ? Is it not our duty to return something to the greats? ? ? Their talents then burns a creative will, if I may call it so, to produce something which will be a reflection of our own individual selves, but at the same time will go down as a homage to the great artists that have preceeded us.. A small offering to our ancestors, fellow artists, or even ones who are far younger than us! ! A wonderful poem Sandra.. I loved it..

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Pamela Sinicrope 18 February 2016

I get this. When I experience a piece of art, from whatever genre, it may emerge, presented by a talented artist, I get chills, emotions, feel the burn.

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