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Dorothy A Nov 2010
One that's been loved
Can surviveĀ a cold world
A despised soul cannot
Dorothy A Nov 2010
Who can calm the beast?
Cravings of the hungry soul
Born into famine
Dorothy A Nov 2010
Stomach, satisfied
Brain, often stimulated
My heart, on empty
Dorothy A Nov 2010
Snakes strike with venom
Scorpions can be killers
Human stings are worse
Dorothy A Nov 2010
We all become dust
Dying ones will join the earth
The spirit moves on
Dorothy A Nov 2010
The bee makes honey
Golden treat for lips and tongue
Odd to be our foe
Dorothy A Nov 2010
At times,
I get a creative tornado
in my head,
as I am going along
in my daily life
And I can't wait to go home
to sit in front of my computer
to write all my poetic thoughts down

I'm convinced they are masterpieces,
that people will be blown away
by my work
but.............

All is silent on the response button

And suddenly I think
I am not that talented
That my work really wasn't
so great to begin with

This must be what all
artists go through...
painters, authors, sculptors,
screenwriters, playwrights,
songwriters and musicians
Doubting themselves
when art lies in the eye
of the beholder

Its all part of the subjective
nature of art
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