What is Art?
Art is not art when it’s scared to express

No, it ain’t art when it’s censored to impress

She is not shy to air her mind or scared of the world’s shrewd eyes

Her feet’s unsheathed; her souls unclad

The rain don’t flood her feet

The sun doesn’t scorch her skin

She doesn’t compete for fame nor gain

Money is too trivial, the least of her pains
What then is art?
Art is the universe versed in diversity

A complexity of colours that know no infinity

She’s idolized as immortality

Like the sun, her essence is purity
Art is the Lady existing in her painters head

The dangling beads on a dancers hip;

The melody on a singers lips, strings, keys..

She’s the dyeless fabric woven from seamless words

The sword sharper than a thousand swords

Capable of bringing down great armadas
Art is natures betrothed

The spice that seasons life

The potion on a lovers lips

The rhythm our heart beats to
Art is the you I could never see, art is the me I can ever be
Dedicated to you all fellow lovers of art and poetry and all things beautiful.. Happy world’s poetry day

Published by theolahsmusings

Hi, I'm Grace. I'm passionate about God and relationships mean a lot to me. I love books, cats and sunsets.

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