Cor Artificis

A true artist at her deep beating heart

Veritably driven in all her art

Nor her revealing just how deftly smart

Though small conversations you could not chart

The very humble manners of her start

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From a small burg no one knows she began

At that time only the town was her fan

Without a real formed resolute plan

A nice scholarship put her plan in hand

She set course for her destiny unclear

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Time changes and events lie in the tide

School goes well but she can't yet put aside

That part of her still in art does abide

The part of her deep heart she cannot chide

To London she goes dream no more denied

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Little did she know her dream and journey

Would begin on a urgent care gurney

Death and life took her heart to a tourney

To decide her mortal fate she would take

Yet in affliction her heart would not break

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Beating, beating, beating her heart went on

For her life it was like a whole new dawn

Yet in artist's heart she was still so drawn

Drawn to that art desire that was not gone

She wagered forth to stake her dream and claim

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Set herself on single motive action

Nothing else would gain even a fraction

Of her adroit crafted canvas passion

And slowly she began to take traction

As her work became so fine and distilled

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Work caught in gyres of heaven and hell

Not sure whether it might whisper or yell

Known and unknown, silence or a loud bell

Justice or forgiveness, strokes you can't quell

They form her perfectly imperfect spell

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Within real and yet surrealist play

No canvas visually will it allay

Nor artisan allow her hand to stay

From making clear what she wants to portray

For world to take part in color melee

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On and on goes the driven colorist

Blessing us all with her visual harvest

Beating, beating, it goes in true honest

The red beating heart of a true artist