An Uncommon Artist

Some thoughts

The strokes upon your life,

do not display the brush of your soul.

You are not a singular cutout.

The gallery belongs only to you.

Seek not what you are sought to be;

but whatever path may unfold.

Speak what your mind breathes;

 not what may be wired within.

Breathe not for the moment that is,

but of what is to come.

Let your colors unfold.

Let it unwind yourself;

become lost.

Become not, if not.

Be not what you are perceived to be,

but do not exhaust the possibility

of what you may become.

Shape not character upon the mold that is expected, 

but upon your own invisible hand.

You are your own craft.

You are your own art.

Be complete.

 The painter of your own soul,

heeds no foreign captain to steer her thus.

Leave the pallet of colors to be of you,

not the one which comes with the common set.

Let your canvas protest the magnificence

of your own uncommon perfection.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Very philosophical piece of poetry. Reminds me of To Thine Ownself Be True, nicely pen'd. Much enjoyed.

[Todd Mc' Callough]

Thank you very much I appreciate it.

[Frieda P]

Was my pleasure to read you George.

[Sami Khalil]

"The strokes upon your life,
do not display the brush of your soul.
You are not a singular cutout.
The gallery belongs only to you."
I like those lines the most...:)

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem...Thought provoking...:)

[Todd Mc' Callough]

Thank you I appreciate it very much.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)