Beauty Poem by Courtney Beaudry

In the Republic of Art
Each child has a special talent
Some have the gift
To weld molds in any shape or size
Some value colors in their purest
With images of their mind
Brought to sight.

With sweet sounds and melody
Played from the variety,
harmony,
Of instruments that proclaim the heart's
Desire.

Others tickle words to bend in their
own way,
Within the words they say
Beauty is represented just as the artists
Or the harmonious story which
No instrument could tell.

Some gratifications
In this said here Republic of Art,
Would be represented by a voice
Ringing clear
That knows the tail of being human
Relation to the feelings or
Expression, that called singer makes.

In the Republic of Art
Anything is beautiful
Nothing is fake
Everything is different

Clothes and adornments
Blend in unique style
Jewels each have a mood
Things swirl
Compress
To form a fashion
Suiting each taste.
With ingenious mastership behind it
to the designers, the credit of art is due.

Dancers bring together a pattern
of not surviving,
but living.
Balancing their coordination
Bathing it in
Brilliance
Showing inner spirit

Each thing is crafted
Made
Expressed
Through the hands of many
And the views of all.