As A Painter Poem by james watkin

As A Painter



Spellbound, he makes insecure
Before his shrine, nature
The worldly; who with outstretched hands
In act of worship stands.

Where lieth this gazing art
But down his own struck heart
Brightly feels. Takes everything in
Equally reverencing.

Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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