Artistic License Poem by Linda Hepner
Artistic License
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.
LRH
5.5.06
'and saw tomorrow in my outstretched hand...' a gorgeous metaphor, Linda. This poem has it all...beauty and laughter. You can't beat that combination...and so well-written. Raynette
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? Love, Gina.
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4/25/2024 2:35:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
like penetrating spies, great line.............................