Jan

The artist—
raised from slavery to humanity;
creator of tools for the labourers:
demiourgos incarnate.

She makes to sell:

in the public realm for the public and private realms:
Her public sales affirm her self in the public and the private realms.

She—master of the world, the destroyer of nature—
she creates, she uses the given for innovations.
Nature, geared to her end, becomes unnatural—imposition.

The labourer strives towards ease.
The artificer strives to end.

all means are ends, there is no meaning given from without:
the artificer falls back upon herself in anxiety:
being with others; being towards death.

Mysty

Wow she does not sound too nice. Hope she is a figment of one's imagination because I would hate to meet someone like that. Very interesting write .... wonderful usage of larger more intricate words that one can read other meanings into.

my favorite part ... because it is so true. Thanks for the read.

Mysty

Tears of Roses

I love your wide rang of compassions
your articulate expressions
you have created a
wonderfully superb poem Encore!!!!

Roses to you

Teresa

JolieH

This seems so complicated. You must be having a complicated relationship. I agree with Mysty, this woman sounds very cold. If you're lamenting about her, I doubt she's worth it. But if she means so much to you, perhaps cupid should place an arrow in the artist's tool box.