do not beware art
there is nothing to fear in
sticky plaster of paris
filaments of woven glass
scrimshaw carved in whalebone
pearls in oyster shells
pearl earrings dangling
below that delicious lobe
nuns in linen in their cells
technicolor photographs of skin cells
you will not get caught
you will not get cut
you will not be bit
do not fear nature
do not fear artifice
do not fear religion
do not fear science
it is framed
but it knocks at your soul
it charges the air
feel the goosebumps
on your skin
quick
feel them before they are gone
hear the call
heed the call
be aware of art
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 92 at The Sunday Whirl.
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Indeed!
I cannot allow a day to pass without creating, either on the page, a canvas, in the garden.
Art is life
I believe we are born to create and you capture that sense well with these words. I especially like that last line and what you did with “beware.” Being aware is one of the most important things we can do and be.
Elizabeth
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To be part of art is living, Richard. Nicely wordled.
Pamela
Words to live by, and I certainly do try.
Truly well said.. be aware of art indeed..
Yes! I have come back to writing after some time away, and it is a re-awakening, for sure. A clarion call, what you’ve penned. 🙂
Live it and breathe it, I say!
This is a good one, Richard. I love the word scrimshaw… art is doing – doing is being…
Beware..be aware..it always finds you..thankfully..fine flow of words..
A very good words, yes beware adn aware of art.