True Art

Since man chiseled rolling wheels To help relieve his swollen heels The muse inspires mass appeals Expressing just the way she feels Canvas touched by brush in hand Are felt by souls across the land Mosaics spun with colored sand A tapestry on scales so grand Heavens choir singing loud Angelic voices well endowed The sculptor is forever proud Whose works outlive the common crowd It's evident from the start The rhythm of a beating heart Sets man and animals apart Mongrel dogs defy true art

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 7/14/2023 7:33:00 PM

I must sit with this one a while. I like it very much. Tho must ponder that last line (too in love with my beautiful mutt) ;), xomo

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/15/2023 8:45:00 AM

As a visual artist myself, I second your emotion!

Randy Freie
Date: 7/14/2023 7:56:00 PM

Hi Maureen, Thanks for your feedback. I'm a dog lover too. That last line has a double meaning. I'm just stating the fact that dogs don't paint. More importantly, I'm aiming it at the idiots who vandalize artworks in museums to make some kind of senseless point. Anyone who destroys such beauty when they're incapable of creating it themselves, should be buggy whipped. There are more important issues going on in the world to keep them occupied for a lifetime. Even though dogs can't create works of art, their unconditional love is something human beings could take a lesson from. Pet your pup for me baby sister.