Artist of a Thousand Trades
Let me be a bard
A musician playing a silent song
Weaving melodies of love and lost
Harmonies of healing hope
My pen’s my flute
The instrument for my soul’s outpour
Broken notes upon crumpled paper
The translation of the whirlwind within me
Cursive letters upon yellowed paper
An author’s lyrics of life
Let me be a weaver
A silent storyteller, an artist of old
Merging colours of the rainbows
Unfolding my heart, strand by strand
My pen’s my threads
Weaving symbols of black and white
A woven cloak of love and lost
The translation of the feelings within me
An embroidered frame of imagination
An author’s tapestry of life
Let me be a chef
A creator of nourishment and joy
Whipping up a banquet of hope
With a thousand words my ingredients
My pen’s my spoon
Combining a tasteful magnum opus
A spoonful of thoughts and emotions
The translation of the world through my eyes
A soufflé of crazy ideas
Rising, rising, forever yearning for perfection
An author’s recipe of life
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Artist of a Thousand Trades, which
was posted on Oct 19, 2011 by
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