Poetry Be DamnedA Poem by realmwriter
The phony, the fake, you made a mistake
Now it's all right there on the page Your white canvas, covered in black A brush stroke you can never take back But with every crossed out line or misspelled word You paint your canvas with the rare and the absurd A misplaced stroke of a nervous brush becomes a sonnet in the pens hurried rush Parchment takes hold to tell the untold and be the burnished voice of the bold Does it have to look real to capture the zeal Do the colors have to be bright to capture the dark from the light Is the brush stroke so grand, as to take it's own stand Can the pen declare a master piece painted without cease But where on the page does such a tragedy occur Does the brush stroke tell of absolutes and sure Does the pen capture practiced scroll in flawed form Does not the brush capture memory, fluid in its thought Against the will of the painter the brush glides across the nude canvas The pen across the blank page creates the world despite the anxious When the painter listens to what the pen conveys, it's called art If the writer listens to what the brush conveys it's lunacy apart Yet should the pen break the rules, the brush will demand The art will be created, the piece written, poetry be damned
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Added on February 20, 2015Last Updated on February 20, 2015 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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