Harlequin Muse

Harlequin Muse

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

(Dance between Love and Death)

Love is a gift not meant 

to keep

Cherished for the moment 

Then released 

If by choice or not

intent

As fleeting as time in each second 

spent

It's as strong as the will of 

a heart

Or as delicate as a breath 

that departs

It can rage like a great winter

storm

Or the spark of an ember that flitters

with warmth

A full life lived to Eternity; is like a single

grain of sand 

With endless possibilities, for which there

Is no truer end

So seize this brevity as a gift so brief and 

yet so true

And paint the world in all your colors in a 

loving portrait of you

Author's Note

Written as a hopeful mantra or prayer to those who dream their art and live it by sharing themselves to the end. CLE

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

It is so true the sharing of the arts 🎨 can inspire and heal.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you kindly Cherrie. I feel art reflects our better selves. Our hopes and yearning to just be better people and to love better. It is cathartic and revealing, painful and melancholic. But at its best it is beautiful. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me as well as the art you share for all of us.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you kindly Cherrie. I feel art reflects our better selves. Our hopes and yearning to just be better people and to love better. It is cathartic and revealing, painful and melancholic. But at its best it is beautiful. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me as well as the art you share for all of us.

[Robert Haigh]

Yes, we need to share our art, and our love of creation, to get the best out of it. "A joy shared is a joy doubled" as the old saying goes! A good, creative poetic piece, Carlos!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Robert for your kind comment on this piece. I recently spoke to a young writer who is battling sickness. They were reflective about whether their words were meaningful. I told them all writers have that bit of hesitancy and discouragement. And in the end it is not up to us whether our art is relevant but to the readers who will be the judge of its worth. We can only write and hope it finds a place in someone's heart. It saddened me that a young voice who feels their mortality so finite would question their relevance and worthiness in the value of their art. Perhaps I may have over thought their words to me. But as I said to them all we can ever do is write. Art is subjective and it is up to the reader to find value in it. We are only in this world for so long. And because of that write a love letter to it for as long as you can. CLE

[Robert Haigh]

Wise words, my friend.