The Art of Life (sonnet)

by Heather M Craig   Jun 10, 2005


At the fresh arrival of life, anew
we are handed our own canvas of heart
with no instructions of what to do
but as trials begin, our canvas starts.

God, our divine, the brush to paint the way
fill us with some beauty of vibrant hues
to paint the few smiles in everyday
and nature and love's glorious shine, too.

But of many days, the trials turn bleak
so we splash a coat of ebony on
furnishing frail hearts and bodies, weak
as we face the agony all alone.

In the end, wisdom grows within the heart
relying on the canvas--life is art.

Heather M Craig
Again, not one of my best. Just wanted a challenge of writing a sonnet =)

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  • 18 years ago

    by don mohr

    Excellent piece Heather-I do a lot of
    Dark art-this sonnett as you call it
    I am not versed in this form, but I am
    sure you hit the target!

  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    I really liked it! The ending is awesome!
    I like these lines:

    "furnishing frail hearts and bodies, weak
    as we face the agony all alone."

    Keep it up~Holly

  • 18 years ago

    by Dark Savior

    pretty good poem heather, not your best like you said but not your worst either.

    Well done.

  • 18 years ago

    by Victoria

    Very good I really enjoyed reading it!

    take care

  • 18 years ago

    by Becky drake

    truly enjoyed reading it, but i do love everything of yours I read, you are so talentd, and so dimisional, which is what i love about you, you don't always do the same thing over and over, great job, I loved it........love ya Becky

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