Poem Edits

          A few weeks ago I wrote a poem entitled "The Beginning of All Art." I blogged about it and shared it all with you. Now at the request of my teacher to edit one of my poems (AKA homework) I have revised this poem. It now reads like this and I have changed the title. Pleas read, comment, compare the two. Suggestions, praise and criticism are all welcome.

The Father of All Art

The painter licks his lips, and dips

Into a brimming pit of thought.

The brush whips over the canvas creating.

Marking out a new form. Will it be

A person, dog, or tree?

Options are open.

Maybe just a pile of purple puzzle pieces

Stacked in such a specific way.

An author primes her pen,

Swirling it over an abyss of idea.

What shall she scribe?

Opportunities are endless.

Construct courtyards

Of crying cherubs, tears unexisting

oOn their rough unmoving cheeks,

Or take a boy on an unexpected adventure.

Now you get ready to create

Reach for your instrument.

A camera, a pencil,

A carver’s blade?

No matter. You are

Jumping into the pit.

Swimming down into the abyss.

What drives you, also

Powers the writer while she furiously clacks away at the keys,

And

Sustains the painter’s muscles when his hand grows heavy.

The father of rhyme and alliteration.

Imagination.

Thanks for reading. On a side note you should go check out my friend Sarah's blog, Bawks of Chocolates. It is hilarious and I will be appearing in one of her videos sometime soon. More details later.

Try not to eat all of your children.

Love,

Alora