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Art Feeds My Soul
By Rick Rucker

I have been, for two months, in my new home,
The things we have done to the place, would fill a tome,

The smell of paint, on the air, as it is new,
Carpets and blinds, and hardwood floors, done too,

New sink, and fixtures, and bathroom mirror,
A grandfather clock that I hold most dear,

New lighting, in and out, and here and there,
Served to show the walls, which were quite bare,

Yesterday, came the time to bite the bullet,
To find the trigger, and finally pull it!

Something that had me feeling bad,
At a friend’s, a King’s ransom in art, I had,

The artists had labored for years, by hand,
To paint the finest art in the land.

On the walls, not a trace,
As I never before had the space,

To show them as they deserved,
To display them, for so long preserved,

Tomorrow, a smile will light my Face,
As I see the beauty that my walls, does grace,

Prior to yesterday, my Home was whole,
Now, it has the Power to feed my Soul,

Even with every odd chance,
Warms me with but a fleeting glance,

Their haunting images are a constant inspiration,
For the creators, I have nothing but admiration,

To think that silk, and paint could cause,
Such emotion, gives me pause,

I am sure that I shall always feel,
The feelings that these works reveal,

I shall ever hold the longing in my Heart,
Engendered by these works of Art. 

I hope to forever be,
In love with Beauty that I see!

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