THE ARTIST
The artist...the poet
The struggle...
The struggle for the right colors...
The struggle for the right words...
Words...colors...not quite clear...
Moments very clear...
Red...blue...orange?
Sunrise...sunsets...flowers?
Gravestones...sails...weathered barns?
Truth...beauty...love?
Pain...losses...rewards?
Lust...longing...laughter?
Feelings deep within fight to come to the surface...
Fight to make themselves known...
They have no choice...
For to deny them would be to deny life...living...
It is no wonder with so much living...
He would long for freedom to sail away to calm waters
But still be drawn back to life...living...the shore.
by Rhonda Powell
Copyright 1995
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