Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Enlightened

There once was an artist with a moped of red
and a masterpiece moping around in his head
he longed to expel what he couldn’t express
(epiphanies seemed to elude his address),
he scampered about on his scooter each day
in search of a scene that had something to say
but all of his travels just chewed down his tread
the canvas denying his shot at success,
a spectrum that smeared to a prison of gray.

One Thursday he cruised without thinking a thought
when sunshine through clouds unequivocally caught
his eye with its beauty and taught him to see
that shadow and light must achieve harmony
like all of the subjects he longed to compose
so he motored home overcome by the throes
of true inspiration and skillfully wrought
a picture depicting the world that could be
without the addition of darkening woes.

8 comments:

Ella said...

So lyrical and insightful to read!
I love how you projected the search and how one can see...

I love these lines:
"his eye with its beauty and taught him to see
that shadow and light must achieve harmony
like all of the subjects he longed to compose
so he motored home overcome by the throes
of true inspiration and skillfully wrought"

Well Done :D

Kristjaan Panneman said...

Wonderful poem. I love the second stanza in which the artist opens his eyes really.

Heaven said...

This is wonderful way to turning something into a masterpiece, eyes opened to all the possibilities ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "epiphanies seemed to elude his address". Mine too! This was humorous and clever..........I enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme....and the poor fellow questing for inspiration!

Robyn Greenhouse said...

so true that when you stop trying so hard, the words/ideas finally come!

Dave King said...

Ha, both of us scootering, eh? This is fantastically good stuff! Love it!

Carrie Burtt said...

The artist within seen and captured in the words of a true poet....love this Bob! :-)

rch said...

Thanks everyone!

@Dave - I know isn't that an odd coincidence?