As you contemplate the figure you made
The making of your figure’s on parade
The layers of creation cascade:
Made, you are making, as your maker bade
Masks, statuary, paintings surround you
This room is a gallery of fictions
Patrons clamor to your creations view;
Your art satisfies their predilections
As your creator satisfied my own
By conjuring you with colors and lines
When brush strokes canvas or bright glass is blown
An idea mere matter sculpts and refines
Writing about a painting of your art
In ink, where you were finished, I must start
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
This was very clever! The first paragraph was a great pull in. Loved it.
Excellent job
Oooo, I learned a new word, predilection! I have a predilection for this poem!
What a great picture! I loved this - art about art. And art that intervened through the sonnet. Apt and descriptive.