MG (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

My Art So Close To My Heart.

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

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Comments (2)

Praise for your dedication to what you were born to do. A very eloquent write. Kindest regards, Sandra
There is really no need to rub it in Michael, I will not bother again. Promise. A poetic heart wrenched meandering poem though. Well done. Tai