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The Caring Art
 
The sculptor takes his medium,
be it plaster, wood or clay,
shapes it the best has learned,
then, satisfied, walks away.

The artist selects materials,
acrylic, charcoal, pastel, oil...
fills up his empty canvas
much pleasure in his toil.

The poet plays it carefully,
his words...selects with care,
for words can wound the writer
and strike his reader with despair.

A poet lays bare his very soul,
in questions of the heart,
more personal, emotional
than any form of art.

















By cherryk

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