The autumn leaves turned green
with a touch of brush on his screen.
The ink was dipped with devotion
but the words flowed with caution.
What defines one as an Artist?
The one who creates to contribute, or
the one who seeks a crafted craft.
What is it to Give?
The art or the craft!
The tumbler balanced but gradually flickered
and ultimately rolled to be trickled.
The fragile watery-being sprinkled
leaving nothing but the remains tethered.
Was it Grief?
Was it Grudge?
It was but just a lack of ‘Gratitude’.