I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
See, I was named with intention; the intention to shine
Brighter than the billions of stars in my infinite sky.
My infinite sky. It’s mine. I own it.
And no other tenant has the right to enthrone it.
I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
I may glance at a vacant canvas.
Then
Paint it with words.
Write down pictures.
Scribble songs.
And draw odes.
I am an artist.
An obscure artist.
I mould my character daily.
I add
I erase.
Conceal blunders with clay
That’s exactly how I arrived at this place.
I am an artist
Let me explain,
Perfection one cannot attain.
But
I seek it in each piece
Thus each piece is incomplete.
See, I am an artist.
Highly obscure.
One who was named with intention; the intention to shine
Brighter than the billions of stars in my infinite sky.
Infinite sky. Hand crafted for me.
Then embellished by me.
For I am an artist.
This is the most wonderful definition of an artist, I must say...
Yes you are an artist that shines and your canvas is not empty buy filled with insight, integrity and star shine! The Captain salutes you!
Impressive! A well penned and poignant write that clearly shows that poetry runs in your blood! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with your talented poetic writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...
Thank you for so eloquently capturing that elusive void. Thank you for sharing your beautiful piece.
You are really good, Naledi! Please, please read my poems. Awaiting your comments. Susmit Panda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you SO much Romeo. I really do appreciate it. You have definitely encouraged me to keep going. Watch this space! x