Another Brushstroke

A poem by Ezra | 2/22/2008

Today, another brushstroke;
The artist poised,
With ever trembling pencil in his hand;
A rough, uneven canvas;
And so he sighs,
His strokes are like the shifting sand

Somehow the tones are different,
The picture wrong
The first intent somehow misplaced;
And though he tries with patience
He cannot claim
The lines which he first proudly traced

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Nathanael | Sat, 02/23/2008 - 1:43am

Nice job Bro!

Timothy | Thu, 02/28/2008 - 11:41pm

Very nice! I'm looking forward to reading more of your work.

Sarah Michal | Fri, 02/29/2008 - 12:01am

very nice!

Christa | Fri, 02/29/2008 - 9:56am

Lovely Ezra. I like the way you captured the frustration of unattainable perfection - something everyone can relate to in their own way in their own lives. My one thought is that in my head I always say "reclaim" rather than "claim" when reading your piece. Great job.

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Tamerah | Thu, 05/01/2008 - 5:18pm

I love this!