With poetic form enacted,
Thoughts are less distracted.
Coursing through each vein,
Consuming the entire brain;
Is a way to frame,
And hopefully claim…
The Prize
With meter well-constructed,
And diligently self-instructed...
… The prize which is sought
(The prize proper poets’ desire)
That visual artists require...
One that cannot be bought,
Captivated by perfect thought.
The Prize
The poets pray to capture,
Before the personal rapture;
This unseen treasure,
Without equal measure.
This prize has a clever disguise.
Can cause recognition to rise.
The Prize
The immeasurable treasure lies -
Behind each viewer`s eyes.
The Prize
Many artists hope for this, in vain:
To claim fortune or celebrity fame.
This poem must explain,
“While reading these words, know this is true:
To me, No prize is more beautiful than you.”
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
