From the Artist's Loving Brush

From the Artist's Loving Brush - by - Bob Atkinson before advent of cameras before a photograph before instant gratification electric there came what sure would pass pass for capture of a moment pass for emotional ties to a world shoved away from us a world of lost goodbyes nature hates a void for life so she fills those needs for us to collect what now exists to show those created from future dust what came before, where and how what ancestors looked like back then and how, in their leisure time they did laugh and grin how people lived before one's era life-like paintings needed thus brush strokes of frozen rhyme and people being seeded by lust we react with pure emotion when someone produces grand paintings of a moment when nature showed its plan this finds a need and fills that void with an artist's loving hand so we in distant future can get emotionally branded touched with imagination of so many years ago how they lived, how they loved how us they did sow I feel an obligation to shout out what the arts mean to me emotions tied to a rock as people planted future trees later, when science made for us machines which froze the time we could move to abstract themes in paintings, sculptures, rhymes this leaves me with an empty heart "Art d'Cor's" not my game wish we'd left this good alone as photos bring me pain not true they're not real oh no, that's not because I feel they leave no emotion from an artist's loving brush