Masterpiece Your perception of thinking rises more from curiosity When a perturb thought crosses, What do you see? Vivid color, strokes of experience….painting a picture oh so well But that of which becomes a masterpiece Put together in time is an art formed by only the creative mind The creative mind may fall Then yet rises again Does not stop by determination when said, “Done in.” Brutally beating head against pole Only he that knows depths of the masterpiece Knows its vibrations directly from the center of the soul But that of which becomes a masterpiece Put together in time is an art formed by only the creative mind Shadows sleeping…misty gray…then on to still By misconceiving thoughts and actions of only their will But that of which becomes a masterpiece Put together in time is an art formed by only the creative mind Published-National Society of Poetry (Washington DC-1987) by: NJ Bankhead
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 04:54:59 +0000
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