The Art Of EnvyA Poem by The LarkWe 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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2 Reviews Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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