The rolling of the molded clay... <br />At long day's end might become a mishapened oblong abstract ashtray. <br />A sunset captured to oiled art... <br />These brush strokes guide the waves well frothed. <br />This sunset too beautied to the eye... <br />This...No art critic can never deny. <br />My piece may not be a Picasso... <br />But in truth, my brain's eyes perception would like to capture <br />In mellowed relaxed rapture. <br />Possesed by the heart, to capture this state by a much moving Ropeping lasso. <br />Nailed to the wall like a Crucifix... <br />Admired by all. <br />This scenic assemblage shirks all critic's wrongfull call. <br />I drink coffee in the morn' before my art is born... <br />All my collection will rise in price after i die so lonely and sad as forlorn.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-art-so-close-to-my-heart/
