'THE BURDEN OF DREAMS'

Jerry Kirk

Charlotte, United States

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painting and poem inspired by my life as an Artist.
acrylic on canvas • 40″ × 36″ • 2014
poem & painting © Jerry L. KIrk

‘I Used To Be An Artist’

I.

At night, as a boy,
stretched out on the lawn
of my suburban home pondering
my future catching

falling stars with an
outstretched hand daring
to wish that one day
I would be an Artist.

As a young man off
to college sequestered
in that little mountain town
far removed I wandered halls
of learning in a Chemical haze
in a naive daze wondering

if that would be the place where
I could be an Artist.

I drifted out to Cali deep
in the heart of my twenties.
Longing for the sunshine looking
for the beach. Searching for
that place where I

could be an Artist.

In Richmond I was
vagabond bohemian thrift store
overcoat. Honing poetry skills
over pitchers of draft at the
Village Cafe wandering clubs
and back alley bars looking
for inspiration desperate

to find that place where
I could be an Artist.

Enlistment = Escape
On that base at nowhere’s edge
The past became irrelevant, oblique.
That was the place where I could
be reborn the place where I

found my divine, elegant muse
and together we would travel
to the place where at last

I would be an Artist.

Charlotte.
City of the Queen and Trees.
Refuge to transplants and asylum
for the aimless. City on the cusp seeking
change welcoming outsiders. This at last
would be the place where

I would be an Artist.

II.

I used to be an Artist
with sureness of hand
faith in my lines and a
vision so clear
and heightened.

I used to be an artist
Till art became a chore
Till doing art for others
a necessary bore.

I used to be an artist till
I lost the belief that Art could
lift my spirit above the mundane
to keep real life at bay to
keep me feeling
Special.

I used to be an artist till I lost
my faith in falling stars and
boyhood dreams

till art abandoned me
broke my heart consumed
my soul shitting
out the indigestible truth
of which upon the birds of commerce
do feed.

I used to I used to
be used to be
used I
always
will be
an artist.

©Jerry L. KIrk

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