…can he even paint?

I sculpted a masterpiece
second to none,
with textures and colors
that danced in the sun,
the detail was expert,
the polish, divine,
thematically deep
in a simple design,
the art world applauded,
the everyman cheered,
and even my fair-weather fans
reappeared,
though one sorry critic
made the oddest complaint,
saying, “Sure, he can sculpt, but
can he even paint?”

…my eyes rolled so hard
that I thought I would faint.

Author: J. Anton Davis

Hi, my name is Jacob Anton (ANN-tin) Davis. I am a husband, father, attorney, and writer. I have written poetry and fiction as a hobby for the past 20 years, but I launched J. Anton Poetry in 2019 to share my writing publicly. The poems of mine on this site largely describe my thoughts about the deeper connections and meaning in our everyday lives.

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