Journey to Art
Form: Awdl Gywydd
They say he was born with it,
as colours fit on the boards.
The practice of many years,
hiding tears, with no rewards.
So many leave empty quills,
to pay the bills - forget art.
And those brave few who remain
face disdain, ’til they depart.
Brushes and pens leave their tracks
chalk and wax, subtle effects.
All these skills need to be learned,
talent earned, still with defects.
Picture that hangs on the wall,
he gave his all to create.
Glory, at last, he can claim,
speak his name in art’s debate.
Behind each success hides years,
endless fears, no peace of mind.
His legacy is his art,
from the heart, he left behind
©JGFarmer2008
Jezzie G 