The Art Of Envy

We all feel this at one time or another

 

My envy knows no bounds

For the images and sounds

Erupting oh so freely from your heart.

 

For the lines so clear and bold

Flowing from the pen you hold

Rendered perfectly in canvases of art.

 

And I watch you at your table,

Knowing I was never able

To capture magic’s purity of form.

 

So my pencils all lie broken

As a single silent token

To the skill I love but never could perform.

Reviews

[Lola Nation]

I like the ideas conveyed, the pencils broken / silent token doesn't fit for me - again, I do enjoy the jealousy and description of the envy toward someone else's masterful craft...

[Kenny Blade]

Very good. You carried a nice rhythm and flow here.

Peace
KBlade