The Hidden Artist Poem by Riley Maxwell Hefron

Cameras and photos, hear me plead;
the fall of an artist draining his patience,
it’s the need and greed, the breath of blood,
the depths of security we cannot judge,
for an artist lays within;
torturing and tormenting where he will not bludge,
creating dreams and representing pasts,
the artist within he will not show,
a mistaken dream a life of misfortune or a hurtful blow?

For he wields the hands of time and creative artistry;
bear him the silence and thoughtful stability,
give him the value, the shape and the colour,
allow him the balance the rhythm and the texture.


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