“What kind of man are you anyways?”

A poet is one who is able to look at the world in an artistic point of view then put their perspective into a series of word pictures. Their word pictures are not put in museums but in thick volumes that become worn down over the years. No matter how many times these pictures paint themselves for a reader; they become new to him each and every time. Sometimes the image is bleak and dreary; other times it is bright and vibrant. Nevertheless, poetry is the canvas on which the poet paints his soul. My canvas is one painted with muted tones, endless skies, and trivial tragedy. My canvas is one that has been torn and taped again. My canvas existed even before I discovered it – dust covered in the attic of my mind.

4 comments

  1. unusualpassions · October 2, 2011

    “No matter how many times these pictures paint themselves for a reader; they become new to him each and every time.” reminds me of a quote by Samuel Johnson: “The two most engaging powers of an author are two make new things familiar, and familiar things new.”

  2. unusualpassions · December 21, 2010

    Katie, if you would like some WordPress tips, don’t hesitate to ask! I would start by creating categories for your posts. I want to encourage you in this blog! It can be addictive, though.

  3. cHad · December 16, 2010

    and humble apparently.

  4. artsyesque · December 15, 2010

    And genius. Most days. Amen

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