an artist emergingA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéSoon....
I am no artist
I have yet to paint Sistine chapels for my children Or leave golden artifacts for the generations to unfold I have left no great memories of melodies defining of an era I have written nothing to be mentioned with Frost and Cummings nor Hughes or Angelou I have sculpted nothing Have yet to master a medium Have grown to love a craft of which I am not worthy to be known for Not yet worthy to be called of... Artistry I am no artist No, not yet But soon I will be And you will remember what my colors had to say © 2015 Tinasha LaRayé |
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1 Review Added on March 21, 2015 Last Updated on March 21, 2015 AuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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