The Candor of Art
The artist looks at the meadow,
He remembers details when all others…
Forget.
Uniquely transformed…
By the sites, he has seen, forever.
Upon arrival at his home,
The soldier gathers strength.
Supported!
The studio is open,
waiting for the gladiator,
to do battle with canvas…,
New breath to stone,
Images… set free…
Re-born.
Now,
No longer waiting…
Impatient.
Whiteboards, White paper,
Sketches of black and color…
Racism?
Nay,
Expressions of non-compliance
to the ideas of others!
“Art”.
“Off with their heads…”
The queen dou’th call,
I do not like what you draw!
The green is wrong,
All out of place,
The song is loud,
heard clear in space.
The soul behind the vision,
of something, barely seen,
Shared with empty “toons”
from the newest meme.
This is basic and beyond just “beautiful”.
All men should gather, take heed and see.
Remember.
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