Can I call it art-
If the thoughts were too muddled
Leaving the canvas with blotches of chaos
Not draining the colour alone,
Not exhausting time alone,
But also the artist?
Can I call it art-
If the painter was looking for peace,
Wondering if her brushes had some skills bequeathed
Only to realize that more was required-
May be a deeper thought, an assertive reflection
A master stroke that might evoke a loud reaction?
Can I call it art-
If the existential crisis daunted upon the artist?
With all those ifs, whys and buts-
A gesture to move on and never return to the exacerbated canvas
Alas! That painting- that could not be completed.
Will it still be called- A R T-
If I am the artist?
The Woman I Pretend To Be 