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Sep 2013 481 Views 3 comments
The Poet
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(painting by Marcel Lorange)
The paper ready for the task
The feather firm in hand
The light turned up for perfect glow
The inkwell in its stand.
The curtains drawn, no noise to hear
The world lies fast asleep
The peace of night, the best of time
For thoughts to travel deep.
But while it all seems perfect set
With everything in place
The poet gently hesitates
Not moving in his space.
Why does the pen not fill the blank?
What is he waiting for?
The midnight oil is burning fast
He soon will need some more.
Then through the silence, through the still
A hand reaches for his -
No artist ever works alone
He needs the Muse's kiss...
(dedicated to H.C. Anderson)
(written 2004)
(painting by Marcel Lorange)
The paper ready for the task
The feather firm in hand
The light turned up for perfect glow
The inkwell in its stand.
The curtains drawn, no noise to hear
The world lies fast asleep
The peace of night, the best of time
For thoughts to travel deep.
But while it all seems perfect set
With everything in place
The poet gently hesitates
Not moving in his space.
Why does the pen not fill the blank?
What is he waiting for?
The midnight oil is burning fast
He soon will need some more.
Then through the silence, through the still
A hand reaches for his -
No artist ever works alone
He needs the Muse's kiss...
(dedicated to H.C. Anderson)
(written 2004)
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
This is one of a few poems I wrote inspired by paintings by Marcel Lorange. He liked the poems and asked me to make a book with him, but I ended pulling out as my creativity dies away under the pressure of expectations and having to deliver *slaps self* but I did dearly enjoy writing the poems I did write for his paintings. His use of warm colours really soothes me somehow, and this is definitely one of my favourite paintings ^^Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (3)
Why does the pen not fill the blank? is a question many ask. Your lovely poem and its muse wisely answer within The Poet, No artist ever works alone. Thank you for sharing and welcome to Poet's Corner.