Linda Hepner

Freshman - 962 Points (London)

Artistic License - Poem by Linda Hepner

Painting naked women makes them nude,
And I do long to see two painters feud
Over my full size portrait, wielding brushes
And colorizing my impromptu blushes.
There was a painter once whose eagle eyes
Pierced through my skin like penetrating spies
And saw tomorrow in my outstretched hand,
Wielding a baton, leading the home band.
Alas the prophet’s dead, but not his sight,
Which carried me through deepest, darkest night.


Comments about Artistic License by Linda Hepner

  • (9/12/2006 9:39:00 PM)

    like penetrating spies, great line............................. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/10/2006 9:00:00 AM)

    'and saw tomorrow in my outstretched hand...' a gorgeous metaphor, Linda. This poem has it and laughter. You can't beat that combination...and so well-written.

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  • (5/6/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    Well Lind, I don't know anything about Mr Koerner, but your poem has left me positively tickled!
    Nice to see you again, Lind. How was NYC?
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010

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