The ArtistA Poem by Calvin Warden II
Up all night
Staring at the blank page Seeing the image so clear Hearing all the words Know they want to come out But unable to write Feeling so many emotions Lost In the story Trying to find the style Only to come up empty How does this want to be told As a story so long Images drawn so clean A poem of words Or some other form Fading as frustration sets in Dreaming of the blank page Seeing the flurry of untold art Waking to silent images gone And yet the work is done The story has now been told The artist's work is never done © 2020 Calvin Warden II |
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Added on September 23, 2020 Last Updated on September 23, 2020 AuthorCalvin Warden IISaint Louis, MOAboutI'm a father of two wonderful kids and I've been writing poetry for well over 25 years now. I have no true style to speek of manily writing in free verse. My poems range from immature to thought provo.. more..Writing
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