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



Nice job Bro!

Nathanael | Sat, 02/23/2008

We are waiting for the long-promised invasion.
So are the fishes. ~ Winston Churchill


I love this!

Tamerah | Thu, 05/01/2008

Very nice! I'm looking

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

Timothy | Fri, 02/29/2008


very nice!

Sarah | Fri, 02/29/2008

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

great work

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.

Christa | Fri, 02/29/2008