[Sunday Scribblings prompted us to write about Now & Then. I started thinking about "then" and never got any farther than that.]
I'm an Artist
My dad retired and took up art.
He studied at college, to allay his fears
that what he'd create would trigger jeers,
but discovered an artist within his heart.
This doctor knew that he was smart
yet thought perhaps advancing years
would inhibit a sudden change of careers,
and make him seem an odd old fart.
Dad found a love in working clay,
and marveled that this simple act
creating art meant he could claim,
"I'm an artist," and others said, "OK."
For years of work, and that’s a fact,
were needed to acquire his "doctor" name.
Monday, December 31, 2007
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8 comments:
What a beautiful sonnet! The NOW is that you are an artist, too, and carrying on the tradition of strength and courage to take "the road less traveled."
Happy New Year!
Thanks, Linda. I suppose you are right. My older sister is the one we all think of as the artist, because her talents include painting and sculpture. And my younger brother is also gifted in the visual arts. I sometimes forget that the music and word-work I do is also art. Thanks.
Wow! That was beautiful. My only art is in words, if what I write could be called art. I look forward to reading more of your blog.
Thanks, forgetfulone. Glad to have you visit any time.
yes, we are all artists...
Hello, LittleWing. We may all be artists in our own way, but sometimes that art is hard to recognize in ourself.
Yes, we are all artists - in each our own way. This is a lovely poem! And a delightful story...
Thanks, tumblewords. My dad was so amazed at the difference between how long he had to work before he was allowed to call himself a doctor, and the simple act of creating art allowed him to be called an artist.
Of course we all knew he had artistic talents in him before he took up paintbrush and clay.
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