Poem about The Sleeping Artist

06/16/2012 at 7:10 AM Leave a comment

The Sleeping Artist


Among artists, I am grand.

Masterpiece on easel’s stand.

I do portraits, ‘scapes of land.

Create all with stroke of hand.


Painting best when it is late.

Quiet time to concentrate.

Never famous ‘tis my fate,

Only paint in slumber’s state.


If I could create these things,

Artwork, in deep sleep,  mind pings.

Creations of wondrous things

Suitable, only, for kings.

–                     – June Nash


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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