Fear is a faceless mask
a deity relishing
misplaced power
the precipice of
success
viewed from
dizzying heights
can make knees
buckle
if one is
bent
on looking down
a true masterpiece
ruined
viewed as
random brushstrokes
slightly askew
off center
if one is
trapped
in perceptions of perfection
Ah, but the sculptor
molds beauty
as viewed from
a place of expression
personal interpretation
evolving
one
unafraid to
celebrate the broken pieces
Art is a faceless mask
a community relishing
the power of
creating
photo: Sunday Photofictioner
prompts: 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6, WP Daily Post, #AMSPC,
Sunday PhotoFictioner
Writing and Reflections 
Great poem, especially the last verse.
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Thank you 😊
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Yes, fear of being less than ” perfect ” does inhibit creations….got to brave up to this fear at times.
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Yes and your creations are stunning! I plan to order some prints for my office when we settle into a new house next Spring. I find them inspirational.
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A bright light shining in a very dark place . . . Thank you for this!
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Thank you!
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I like that. Great poem and layout.
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Thank you
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I love how you have used the words as pillars. Very creative!
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Thank you!
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Very different approach, and interesting theme.
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