About An Artist

They don’t know you at all and know so many days.
You are so seldom to be met.
But in the rainy evenings they remember your face
And try to recollect the pictures great.

You’re passionate, ardent, forever young,
And never knew shyness, timidity.
You did steal the peace of their mind,
Made life so sunny, bright among humidity.

The sinless sinner, you’re forgiven all!
You are so light, and nice, and hard.
And no one can really ever know
The deepness of your cryptic heart.

I cannot render my delight and rapture moods -
The paper’s dust, and I can’t find the proper tunes.




Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-07-07 at 13:29

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Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
I like the abstract nature of this. How does one define the ever changing and so finally balanced emotions of a creative mind? Well your poem does a very good job. Enjoyed the read.
2008-07-09