The Truth About Art and Artists

Poem for Intermediate Creative Writing, spring 2015. We each wrote the first line of something--whatever it may be, original or not—and then we swapped with someone to finish what they started.

By the sapphire sea I wait,
marveling how the sun’s colors play,
dancing across the wat’ry stage.
My easel lies bare on its stand,
brush poised delicately in my hand,
paint surface hardening in a tan.
Mesmerized, hypnotized I watch
as the cerulean tides wash
upon the emerald algae moss.
My eyes glaze over as I look,
toward the stark white driftwood,
glinting in the light from salty soot.
A buzzing fly breaks my reverie,
bringing forth the forgotten memory,
of the empty canvas of ivory.
Thoughts turn to my mission
and its simplistic origin:
a wandering and floating vision.
To capture but a moment in time
beside the forest of deepest pine
and express the purest of design.
My mind returns and so does my focus,
my thoughts becoming less viscous
as they crawl like urchins boneless.
The brush’s bristles hover
in waiting, wanting the closure
of a piece, finished and over.

Reviews

[Ovi-Odiete]

This is true and very sweet,
Rhymes...
You are a great poet.

[S]

Thank you very much!! I had a lot of fun with the slant rhymes [I did my best but there of course had to be a rhyming couplet].

[Ovi-Odiete]

Yes... .. Check up my latest poem.
I will keep reading ur stuffs

[S]

Will do, and thank you!

[Gaston Villanueva]

This was fantastic, Sarah
I liked the imagery and the flow of it
Was this how you expected it to turn out?

Thanks for sharing!

[S]

Thank you so much, Gaston! It honestly wasn't haha I just kept letting the poem flow and playing with the rhymes, and it turned out that the artist got distracted, but isn't the truth, wanting to do something and then getting sidetracked? Thanks for reviewing!