Art

By Beverly Greene

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What makes us write?
or paint?
or draw?
or compose?

What it our driving force?
Is it really a muse,
or a voice within?
A goddess perhaps,
leading us
to our ultimate revolution?

Ink on paper,
drawing words,
creating lives,
and feelings
that weren't there
just a moment before.

A black blot
on shallow white,
to God we must seem.

Creativity is the ultimate disease.

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