Art Or Lie
I had seen the artist
in a frenzy
moving his hand
stroke after stroke
the easel filling with shades.
And a child
straining to be still
restraining its movements
for it is to be done
to ease the hunger.
I had seen her desperation
the fake smile
the unshed tears
the soiled attire
as poverty smiled at me.
Today I see the work displayed
claimed among the best
portrays a happy child
with an innocent smile
gone are the feelings
and the strain on her face
No more is she
the poorly clad child
and my heart cried
for, 'art begins with a lie'.
inspired by the poem 'Lie" by Anne Waldman
© Nadiya (13 Sep 2015)
Copyright © Poesy Relish | Year Posted 2015
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