The Art Of Envy

The Art Of Envy

A Poem by The Lark
"

We all feel this at one time or another

"

 

My envy knows no bounds

For the images and sounds

Erupting oh so freely from your heart.

 

For the lines so clear and bold

Flowing from the pen you hold

Rendered perfectly in canvases of art.

 

And I watch you at your table,

Knowing I was never able

To capture magic’s purity of form.

 

So my pencils all lie broken

As a single silent token

To the skill I love but never could perform.

© 2010 The Lark


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I like the ideas conveyed, the pencils broken / silent token doesn't fit for me - again, I do enjoy the jealousy and description of the envy toward someone else's masterful craft...



Posted 17 Years Ago


Very good. You carried a nice rhythm and flow here.

Peace
KBlade

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on February 15, 2008
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The Lark
The Lark

Melbourne, Australia



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