the anonymous artist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem about creation, placing the idea of a god in the context of an artist.

Submitted: April 19, 2007

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Anonymous artist.

By Layla

His pallet was his soul the vision the dream,

The canvas awash with the genius within,

His brushes were the gentle hands that touched,

Every stroke caressed his creation with love.

The warmth of the yellow, a perfect sphere

Glorious and radiant, distant yet clear,

Illuminating the darkness, it smiles from the blue

Ancient and wise, yet radiant with youth.

The ocean below mysterious and deep,

Expressed in washes of blues and greens,

The surface spangled with fragments of light,

Concealing his secrets and reflecting his sky.

So gently the waves fall onto his beach,

Where Soft white sands are kissed by the sea,

Immense and flawless, tranquil a scene-

He painted in silence with promises of peace.

The garden he drew, was a creation divine,

An explosion of color, celebration of life,

An assortment of trees, flowers and vines

Each perfectly formed, unique in design.

He adds to his palette indigo and blue

His mountains inert, solid and true

With titanium white he tops them with snow

Beautifully framing his forest below.

But on this masterpiece he leaves no mark,

No proud initials scrawled on his art,

For his work here is not nearly complete,

This anonymous artist is still working you see?


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