Pain of Art
Picking up a brush with one rogue bristle,
Is enough to ruin a whole labourer’s work.
Constantly upset by the stress whistle,
Enraged by the onlooker’s mocking smirk;
The mind insists that where projects lurk.
No clay warrior’s armour should crack!
Mona Lisa does not look like a jerk!
The innocent canvas receives a smack
As the tormented brush splatters the attack.
Feelings are expressed, emotions evoked.
These elitists have clearly got the knack.
Unlike those sadly, whose dreams are revoked
By the crushing realisation of no-talent,
Or the misfortune that makes one lament.
By D.C. Wood (19.03.2013)