This poem is just some insight on how I usually write my poems and my hopes and dreams as a starting poet.
The works of my hand
easel begging for art
matching fingers with frames
like a rensman
searching like a probe
for the perfect pose
He has his authors of art in grasp
and gets to work
His creative elasticity at max
executing his recently found gift
wants to prosper with this
the next Rupi,the next Leigh
My pen is enchanting
with the words put aright
it brings life to anything
like Yeshua once to his Kin
artist takes a protracted gaze
matching fingers with frames.
