If I Were An Artist


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If I were an artist, my words would melt into a pallet of colours
Waiting for my brush to stroke the flesh of a canvass
Fragrant fibers absorbing the heavenly hues like lovers

The sky would be blue with streaks of white clouds
Wings spread of a single blackbird gliding high above
Its feathers glow shimmering from the suns silken shrouds

A Sunday afternoon, inspired by a peaceful stare
The silence on faces echo, a moment captured in time
On the Island of La Grand Jatte, bathing in the suns care

If I were an artist, my words would hang on a staff of lines
Nestled between bars of notes that cry to be played
A serenade that would swoon the heart to gilded rhymes

Winds would howl, brass would blow, a lone piccolo would cry
Strings sound, the vibrations of the heart attached to a soul on fire
Drums beat, to a pounding march as boots stomp raising dust to the sky

A violin sighs long, spiraling through a cathedral lifting the steeple
Pointing to the heavens where angels reply with pleading harps
To soothe the ache of beasts that bleed by an act of evil

If I were an artist, my words would find comfort on pages lined
In the form of a sonnet that would please William to smile
Bound between covers stitched at the seams with silver twine

A prayer given with hope for the world to live in peace
Where love is the sole reason that spins the gravity of life
In warmth, mankind is wrapped in Gods Golden Fleece

The young would slumber to a faerie tale story
Words forever etched in their growing memories
In time creating their own tales of romance and divine comedy

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31 thoughts on “If I Were An Artist

  1. Antony, beautiful poem! I love the imagery captured throughout and especially in the following two lines,

    “If I were an artist, my words would melt into a pallet of colours
    Waiting for my brush to stroke the flesh of a canvass”

    Marvelous! I’m sure William is smiling! ~ Mia

  2. Ah, but you are! Michelangelo of emotions, Picaso of passion and Picaso of peace. You are all and then some, my precious CRP

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