Artistic Whimsies

Not only the work of art, but the work IN art.

Artistic Whimsies

 

To see the face of one so willing,

And the work of their own hands,

Is to see a child instilling

The little of which it understands.

 

A painting made with hands and heart

Must also have their eyes and feet

To stand the agony of the start,

And witness time’s unspoken defeat.

 

A novel, story, or a poem no less

Is artwork to both eyes and ears.

Authors use the tools to address

Their lives and passions, fears crystal clear.

 

A pluck, a strike; a bow and a reed

Deliver to the ears sweet music

That inhibits within us a ‘natural need

To hear the message; limb control . . . lose it.

 

To taste the nectar that is “inspire”

Is to battle time and to battle wits.

Yet the spoils of that battle spread like wildfire,

And change comes to history as the child submits.

Author's Note

I have fallen in love with the Palatino Linotype font.

Reviews

[James Paulin]

I like the rhyme and tempo as well as the topic. I enjoyed reading this.