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Even from across the room Violet crescent moons age her youthful face Black makeup smudged under her eyelashes And hair in a messy bun but still slightly curled The only remnants of the night before Evidence of a snoozed alarm and Lack of sleep Exhausted Both mentally and physically She tries desperately to grasp full consciousness As she begins her work Earbuds submerged in her ears Leaving the world around her behind Engulfing her into a world of art Both visual and musical Where sonnets become songs And bars of notes start to form beauty Eraser shavings everywhere Either on the paper or pushed aside Her hands move swiftly to the beat For once just let me lose myself And she does In her art She glances back and forth between papers One a model and one her masterpiece Not fully formed Precision is key Perfection Ruler to ensure exactness Eraser to rid of mistakes She draws one line perfectly straight And leans back She contemplates and shakes her head Then omits it Goes back again to draw another A twin to the first The process is endless Striving for impossible perfection When true imperfect goodness is there Underneath the frustration and complexity Is simple and utter beauty What is perfection When you can have art? December 2013
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
The Artist in the Library
Even from across the room Violet crescent moons age her youthful face Black makeup smudged under her eyelashes And hair in a messy bun but still slightly curled The only remnants of the night before Evidence of a snoozed alarm and Lack of sleep Exhausted Both mentally and physically She tries desperately to grasp full consciousness As she begins her work Earbuds submerged in her ears Leaving the world around her behind Engulfing her into a world of art Both visual and musical Where sonnets become songs And bars of notes start to form beauty Eraser shavings everywhere Either on the paper or pushed aside Her hands move swiftly to the beat For once just let me lose myself And she does In her art She glances back and forth between papers One a model and one her masterpiece Not fully formed Precision is key Perfection Ruler to ensure exactness Eraser to rid of mistakes She draws one line perfectly straight And leans back She contemplates and shakes her head Then omits it Goes back again to draw another A twin to the first The process is endless Striving for impossible perfection When true imperfect goodness is there Underneath the frustration and complexity Is simple and utter beauty What is perfection When you can have art? December 2013
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
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