The Artist

It is as if a bomb exploded;
thoughts and images and colors
all racing through his mind.
The artist runs to the canvas
to appease the chaos looming his mental eye.

He cannot paint fast enough;
visions of sea urchins, whales,
flounders, and jellyfish all
demanding his concentration.

Splashing the parchment
with colors of turquoise,
magenta and sapphire,
the creatures now seemed
to have a home.

Still not satisfied with the scene,
he seeks to make it more real.
Turing to his malleable clay,
he molds and molds until
the sculpture can be sculpted no more.

He sits back and stares with awe
at what his hands have just made.
It is then that his mind is quieted
and he can now go about his day.


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