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Sonnet - 'Immortal'
Weaver of the dreaming, gossamer stuff,
Of colour, light and shadow, tone and hue,
True artist, yet praise she'll oft rebuff,
Modest to the point of ingenue.
Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands.
Artists like her seem to find a 'zone',
Distractions - even time itself - ignored,
As if seized by inspiration alone,
She shows us frontiers yet unexplored.
And though she puts such praises on a shelf,
The truth is, she's a work of art herself.
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Of colour, light and shadow, tone and hue,
True artist, yet praise she'll oft rebuff,
Modest to the point of ingenue.
Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands.
Artists like her seem to find a 'zone',
Distractions - even time itself - ignored,
As if seized by inspiration alone,
She shows us frontiers yet unexplored.
And though she puts such praises on a shelf,
The truth is, she's a work of art herself.
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Published 23rd Mar 2016
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23rd Mar 2016 1:36pm
Such a beautiful verse:
"Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands."
Another truly lovely piece, Jackson. x✨
"Despite her obstacles, she is a gem,
Masterpieces flow out through her hands,
Tapped into magic forces, attuned to them,
Raw creation, bent to her commands."
Another truly lovely piece, Jackson. x✨
23rd Mar 2016 1:45pm
Excellent, Jack.
True form and essence of a sonnet
to a woman you deeply admire.
True form and essence of a sonnet
to a woman you deeply admire.
23rd Mar 2016 4:44pm
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