Sonnet: Artists

A lifeless bamboo-reed with holes few drilled;
And fingers deft those close or open them,
With air that’s blown by mouth to have it filled,
Producing music enthralling, ahem!

A piece of clay that’s molded by finesse,
And shaped in accordance to sculptor’s mind,
And worked into something that none can guess-
A magic feat that earthlings always find.

Few strokes by brush that spreads some hues across
A canvas specially prepared for it,
That finally lessens or adds more gloss,
Resulting in a painting that‘s a hit!

Our hearty tears of joy to artists skilled;
Our admiration to their works God-willed.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-17-2005

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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