Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Muse
I wrote a lot of poems in my younger days. Here's one from many years ago that I've dusted off just in time for Valentine's Day. (Which is Monday, by the way - don't forget!)
This is good stuff. Hand-write this in your card to that special someone and thank me later. ;)
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If there were an artist inside me
I would copy you however I could
With a paintbrush I’d capture your image on paper
With a chisel I’d free it from bronze, stone or wood
Never tiring of you as a subject
My greatest ambition would be
To reproduce with the tools and the palette at hand
The tiniest part of the beauty I see
But alas my hands are unable
My artistic training too poor
Of the elements needed to create such a work
I have desire and nothing more
Yet color me happy as ever
Despite limitations with art
For I have the priceless, inspiring original
…And you have all of my heart!
This is good stuff. Hand-write this in your card to that special someone and thank me later. ;)
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If there were an artist inside me
I would copy you however I could
With a paintbrush I’d capture your image on paper
With a chisel I’d free it from bronze, stone or wood
Never tiring of you as a subject
My greatest ambition would be
To reproduce with the tools and the palette at hand
The tiniest part of the beauty I see
But alas my hands are unable
My artistic training too poor
Of the elements needed to create such a work
I have desire and nothing more
Yet color me happy as ever
Despite limitations with art
For I have the priceless, inspiring original
…And you have all of my heart!
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