a snail's pace

I Am Not An Artist

Stuck in a place
With so far to go
I am not an artist
This frustrates me so

I still cannot capture
My allusive third eye
The images not written
Or digitized

I long for the layers
The pinks and the blues
The depth of the canvas
And more instruction too

With more time and space
Perhaps I will say
I am an artist
But not on this day.

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