Raison d’etre.

A portrait of mind,
your mind -
a palette of colours
and I, the l’artiste
painted your self
on the canvas of life.

I saw the seasons in you,
the greens and reds of growth,
the spring of fertility,
your golds and browns falling.


While the artist’s brush
was devoted to you,
now your vibrancy’s fading,
your paint dried, peeling.

I find the taste for you
has changed my palate.
I’m forever hungry.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed the artist in us is constantly moving on. In particular in this digital on-line age when we have to be current to be relevant. Nice thinking piece Andyrew!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John.

[Chris Shaw]

You no longer have the same cravings. The desire has changed and she no longer satisfies you in the same way. . Time for a new menu. That's where you took me Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

It’s not about me Chris lol more so an artist who after painting one subject moves on to another like he’s always in search of another conquest and not content with the last and I was playing the artist to bring about what you basically said. I suppose if I painted Mona Lisa I would want to move on, she doesn’t do it for me! Lol. Thanks Chris for your words.

[Chris Shaw]

Lol, you are welcome Andrew.

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A love the title of this one, Andrew.

This poem brings to mind every famous painter who ever indulged in the Art. Always creating, inspired by a muse. Yet when the creativity hits a lean patch, one muse is just traded for another. Anything to keep the Art coming.

This is a fine metaphorical write.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Doodley yes the title the most important thing or purpose of someone’s existence and yes how creativity hits a lean patch indeed only to be recycled perhaps!