In the picture on the wall,
The strange, contemporary art,
There is much to see,
To make sense of,
To take it apart, piece it back,
Trace the bold strokes,
Imagine, invent,
Hold the bizarre colours deep in a trance,
And the picture is clear,
But just about,
Something is amiss,
Life is like that,
Even if everything were to fall in place,
Understood,
Unveiled,
A certain something will always be missing...
It's a tenet of nature,
The whole is in parts,
And the parts are flung wide and far,
Some find their way back home,
Others wander in the dark,
And without the other,
Something will always go sour.
Just like the picture,
In life that which doesn't make sense,
Must be labelled as art,
Art by a great painter,
With a hole in his heart.
3 comments:
Intense and deep. The words you chose, pretty expressive and thoughtful!
Keep rockin'
@Moonlight, thank you and much honored!
Really nice... I'd like to suggest just one small change, if I may?
"Art by a great painter,
With a hole in HIS heart." :)
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