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The Artist’s Vision – A Poem

2/27/14 Update: I had to share this again at dVerse for the MeetingTheBar character sketch poem. There are actually 3 characters in this poem which recounts what my son calls my “most badass mom” moment.

The poetry prompt at dVerse Poets Pub today is to get in our time-machine and write a poem about history. The assignment was fairly wide open. The poem could be about my history, the history of our country, or anything that happened before today.

Since I spent the morning with my son and husband at The Art Institute of Portland’s open house trying to figure out if that is where my son will go to school when he graduates from high school next year, I decided to write a poem about my son and his artistic history. In honor of the Form for All lesson this past Thursday on dVerse, I decided to write it as a pantoum.

This poem is about a moment in my son’s history that almost stopped the young artist from continuing with his passion for drawing. He was taking an after school art class in the second grade and they were drawing snow scenes on a day that was the first snow of the year here in Lake Oswego. I left work early because of the snow and went to pick him up before class was over. As I walked down the hall, I heard the teacher yelling at one of the kids to stay in his seat, “And I mean it!” she said. I was shocked to enter the room and realize she was yelling at my son, who had left his seat to look out the window at the snow for inspiration for his drawing (which was almost finished, by the way). I pulled him out of that class immediately and got a refund.

For several months after that he would not draw, which was very uncharacteristic of him. For him, drawing had always been an almost daily event. I am thankful that after a great deal of encouragement from me and other teachers he returned to his passion and has been honing his artistic skills ever since.

The Artist’s Visions

Creativity courses through his veins
Seeping from his pores and his fingertips
In his mind the vision stopped remains
The teacher‘s scolding leaves her cruel lips

Seeping from his pores and his fingertips
Seeking inspiration from the snowfall
The teacher‘s scolding leaves her cruel lips
Causing the young artist to feel so small

Seeking inspiration from the snowfall
To his rescue comes the one who loves him
Causing the young artist to feel so small
Will be but a memory that grows dim

To his rescue comes the one who loves him
Encouragement to keep drawing on her lips
Will not be a memory that grows dim
As visions of melting snow from eaves drips

Encouragement to keep drawing on her lips
In his mind the vision stopped remains
As visions of melting snow from eaves drips
Creativity courses through his veins

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