an artist emerging

an artist emerging

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé


I am no artist
I have yet to paint Sistine chapels for my children
Or leave golden artifacts for the generations to unfold
I have left no great memories of melodies defining of an era
I have written nothing to be mentioned with Frost and Cummings nor Hughes or Angelou
I have sculpted nothing
Have yet to master a medium
Have grown to love a craft of which I am not worthy to be known for
Not yet worthy to be called of...
I am no artist
No, not yet
But soon
I will be
And you will remember what my colors had to say

© 2015 Tinasha LaRayé

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It's funny how someone who is not an artist could create a work of art
that reads like a piece destined to become a classic. :)

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Tinasha LaRayé
Tinasha LaRayé


I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..