Those who are born, <br /> with an artistic bent, <br />Would seem to have received, <br /> a gift heaven sent. <br /> <br />And that may be so, <br /> though if you ignore the calling, <br />You’d be constantly hounded, <br /> by your souls inner yearning. <br /> <br />For like it or not, <br /> your destiny is set, <br />You’ll spend your life <br /> with a messy palette. <br /> <br />Heel to toe, <br /> at your easel you’ll stand, <br />Trying to create <br /> an image so grand. <br /> <br />Yet there may be days <br /> when the canvas stays blank, <br />‘Cause all your best efforts, <br /> just totally stank. <br /> <br />But then inspiration <br /> may pop in your head, <br />And wildly the paint <br /> you eagerly spread. <br /> <br />Daubs and smears <br /> you try to control, <br />Expressing this gem <br /> you’d like to extol. <br /> <br />At long last you finish, <br /> stand back and admire, <br />Just knowing this art <br /> a fan will acquire. <br /> <br />But, alas, no one cares <br /> or even understands, <br />What you’ve tried to convey - - <br /> and with your own two hands..! <br /> <br />So you begin to wonder, <br /> does the world need another painting? <br />Obviously not, <br /> or the public would come flocking. <br /> <br />You’ll ultimately wind up, <br /> just painting for yourself, <br />Though gladly accept cash, <br /> if one exits your shelf..!<br /><br />Bruce Bigelow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-aspiring-painter/
