Art intrudes
There is no polite "How do you do"
There is no small talk or name tags
No cocktail conversation that prepares you
Art intrudes
When we happen upon a feeling
A voice, for better word,
And we hear its call
We know that feeling
We feel that fall
No computer code or tv show
Or words that you and I would know
Could make us stop and feel, just so
Art Intrudes
The Siren's song
Was meant to be sung
And worry and fear and love and pain
And remorse and longing and all that there is to be felt
And shared between us all
And when we have our way construed
Art intrudes
Without the beauty of the soul expressed
We are hurried minds
And nothing more
And nothing less
Thank god for messy life that has no clue
And has no cue
And art intrudes
Cryptic...fascinating...beautifully rendered...and words that will linger...
I have a circle of artistic friends who are coming over for one of our "Play Days" filled with sharing, teaching and show and tell. I'll be sharing this, thank you very much!
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I have a circle of artistic friends who are coming over for one of our "Play Days" filled with sharing, teaching and show and tell. I'll be sharing this, thank you very much!