The Painter Poem by Sandra Martyres

He packed up his canvas
Put away his paints
And took a walk.
He had to clear his head of
All the fuzzy thoughts
That coloured his vision,
Making it impossible for
Him to complete the picture
That he had in mind.
A perfect work of art,
One that every connoisseur
Would want to possess and
Display proudly on his wall.

While walking, he met a sage
Sporting a pair of well worn
Sandals and simple clothes.
On seeing him, struggling with
His easel, paints and canvas
He simply remarked 'Dear Sir
You are an artist, if you move
Around with such a heavy load
Your mind will be distracted
And your creativity affected.
You will not see any subject
Worthy enough to be painted-
Shed that baggage and feel
Your imagination run riot'