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Letter to an artist

Letter to an artist

Isn't this art you've displayed beautiful? I unfortunately write poetry which is the poor cousin of art. It is an affliction because words cannot show a picture like a picture shows a picture, words are mean and dirty, childish compared to the artists brush. Oh they can be beautiful too, I hear you. Then there is song, which is the rich cousin of poetry, if only I could be a song, instead only a poet in a poor part of town under a bridge writing words on a wall

.Ā 

So it is dear artist, you are rich with song, you can play for hours on end and that'll be enough for me.Ā 

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Stephen Weyant

hello friend jai

hope you are well!

words can pin point any emotion, describe any situation, and thoroughly define any of our senses! I feel the written art takes a special ability that you portray exceptionally well!

thanks again

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Jai Masters

words are appreciated and powerful,Ā 

Yours are, thank youĀ 

Jai:)

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Jai Masters

Poe for sure, poem in art form...

your words are helpfulĀ 

thanks Chris!!Ā Ā 

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Jai Masters

Thank you Susan for your beautifulĀ 

comments, you are always very present.Ā 

This is a gift you have. Best wishes, JaiĀ 

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Random Enigma

This was beautiful and contains sentiments I agree with whole heartedly.Ā  Kudos

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Jai Masters

writing feelings is always possible,Ā 

containing them is another story altogether :)

Thank you Random, it's great to meet you.Ā 

Best wishes Jai :)

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Emma Theedom

Couldn't of said it better myself.

Maybe we're the underdogs at times, but we can be a lion with the right words!

Well done Jai.

:)

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Jai Masters

thank you Emma, you are right, this is forĀ 

Us all, I'm very pleased you read this letter!

Best wishes from Jai :)Ā 

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