God is the only One who gets it all right

It is interesting to me how artists often span out into other art forms.  And often (not always) because of their popularity in one, say, poetry, they dabble in other art and offer their art for sale at high prices... and no one seems to dare tell them that, well, You are a wonderful poet, but that painting?  Really?  Really?

There seems a balance

Between noticing things

In the way tried and true

And the finding

Of new paths

For noticing.

I look at poets who believe

They can be painters,

Brilliant authors of science fiction

Who think that now it is time

To write essays

Or paint a picture.

Every once in a while

A songwriter spans the arts

Writes a book

That seems to work.

Of course God is the only One

Who gets it all

Right.

Every time.

No one ever tells Him

Tells Her

That metaphor just didn*t work,

If only You*d have used

A different shade of green

That plant would have really popped,

You know

A little more blue in the sky

A more unusual tint of cloud.

And that Voice from the cloud

Identifying Jesus?

You might have used

A tone that caught more peoples*

Attention.