Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Apr 28, 2014 8:01:22 GMT -6
In Memory of My Cousin, the Artist
The Way of the Artist
I listen for the silence
there inside the quiet
and patiently await
a whisper in a moment,
a subtle sound
in deepest dark
somewhere else inside the house
demanding my attention.
Images dart forward
like fish glide through a river,
seeming random and unordered.
My task is thus assigned:
to grasp a gliding image
and add my special flavor
and mix them up on paper
till the image is defined.
It's a symbiotic pairing
that must not be denied.
This is my life's work.
This is my life's play.
And I am satisfied.
(c) Daniel Mark Extrom 2013
The Way of the Artist
I listen for the silence
there inside the quiet
and patiently await
a whisper in a moment,
a subtle sound
in deepest dark
somewhere else inside the house
demanding my attention.
Images dart forward
like fish glide through a river,
seeming random and unordered.
My task is thus assigned:
to grasp a gliding image
and add my special flavor
and mix them up on paper
till the image is defined.
It's a symbiotic pairing
that must not be denied.
This is my life's work.
This is my life's play.
And I am satisfied.
(c) Daniel Mark Extrom 2013