no joy left

no joy left

there is no joy left in art only the pain 

the conduct of quietened angers

the piece completed takes from its host

a spark of creation

taking toll again and again 

as distraction for that not undertaken

my studio collects only dust

not sound of purpose

pencils rust

lights do not chase the darks

soon comes the emptied shell 

the leavings of past a token sample of nothing left 

there is no joy in art only the pain left

by absence of spark

Reviews

[Cherrie]

It takes time to make peace with a memory and the joy will come back. Maybe small at first. A tiny spark you want to capture or just an appreciation of beauty itself.
Your poem is beautiful in its expression graceful and clear for all to see.

[keith]

it is not the death of me but a turning of the page
i do miss it so
40+ years makes for strong friends
art is my love art is my life art is my friend
visit my photos tab and see the emotional ties art has provided for me
thanks much for your visit and heartfelt comment

[Chris Shaw]

To lose that spark of creativity which was once your reason to be is a devastating below. Whether art, poetry or music, the ache remains. Nicely composed and felt keith.

Chris

[keith]

tis the cost of love?

[Chris Shaw]

Then that is a double blow :(

[keith]

i have other directions
but none are or were as deep as that of physical creation that speaks thru vision
i'm good just miss my friend

[keith]

i invite you once again to visit my profile and click on the photos tab to witness the dedication and love i have for my craft
my art is purely for beauties sake while my words take many positions