Bob Atkinson Poet Quatrain

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

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Beata Agustin May 21, 2026 at 11:48 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Bob Atkinson February 15, 2022 at 7:00 AM Joe, The last stanza completes the thought that Art d'Cor (a term I coined) has limited function compared to Fine Art, and rarely results from years of training under a master. *art d'Cor, art such as "Modern Art" which has no form and has a function purely of Decoration, not a Statement of Emotional Reaction to events or situations. Thanks for your review: net search: poetry critic avoid Google browser

Joe Maverick February 15, 2022 at 5:33 AM Hi Bob, a good effort; you went deep here I feel Always a test keeping it all flowing, specially if You feel you have to find..' I think it's quite good a Struggle at the final stanza, but not fatal well Done, enjoyed the paradox a million dead In the Famine..' It's years since I studied it was many And in one country ( I draw attention to the Plandemic.? Briefly ) All the best in your journey Bob'