A Poem by A. Komorny
Plans by Annie Komorny
Today I'll dust my flute and play a wondrous tune, and far away a lark will know its meaning!
I'll sing, and listeners far and near will marvel at the sound they hear. (But first I'll finish cleaning.)
Today I'll take a piece of clay, and make a form that lives to say that beauty is unending.
I'll paint a picture that, when shown, art connoisseurs will fight to own, (when I have done the mending).
Today I'll let the tide of me swell forth the things inside of me, at least by afternoon.
I'll do the things I ache to do: I'll find the time they take to do. Well, not today, -----But soon.
This poem has influenced me to some extent. I will sing this afternoon. There is mending waiting to be done. But I've been putting off the painting. Surely before the new year I will do some painting. Surely soon!
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There will always be dishes to do. But there might not always be a blog to write. Blog while you still can.
I live in a different world from the art world. Instead of having a painting to create I have work I can always be doing. The phrase that I need to keep in mind is: No one on their death bed says, "I wish I spent more time at work."
It doesn't really change much of what I do, but I can keep it in mind.
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J.W. Stoker