Picasso of the Plate


17 inches wide, an untouched canvas
eagerly waiting to be adorned with heat.
My repertoire is the brush, my nimble fingers paint
fastballs, change-ups, curves, and every shade
in-between,
dazzling and taunting the critics.
The finished product
the outcome of meticulous madness
maniacally studied and digested,
unfolds into a masterpiece
dab-by-dab, stroke-by-stroke.
An expression, a science, a work of art,
all in the hope of earning my way into
the Great Museum.

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