Art -What and Where Is It----
Goddess sculpted from a stone,which dances to the cosmic rhythm,
beautiful and varied colors strewn on a canvas to play together,
its a symphony played by hearts ,strung to a hymn,
an act of words which tell stories making u and me,cry,laugh or love.
A lump of mud moulds itself into a lovely vase,which is graced by
pretty flowers,..
hmmm..such heavenly charm,where do we see?
Do we need to turn the hands of clock or turn on the imagination switch?
Now,the dancer has trinkets of coins around her feet, sound to which
she/he dances,
the canvas has turned so green to see other colors,
and the melody has the notes of dollars,chiming to its auto tune.
The lyrics hardly make sense and words rarely make
wonderful stories.
Overtly made-up dolls,who do not evoke or make heart flutter.s
Art ,its a flickering candle in the strong winds of mediocrity,
which needs strong hands to hold it together,
to let it shine brightly.
So lost,need to keep looking for it until its found
but will it be???
PS:Written on 8/6/21
This poem is not intended to hurt anyone's feelings.Its just my personal let out of how
things changed esp in the field of different art forms.Kudos and salute to those true artists,who are keeping it alive and honouring it with its true place.
Copyright © Kenisha Shines | Year Posted 2021
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