My Ode To The Arts Poem by Tom Billsborough

Leonardo's lines and Titian's colours
Sing out as arias from an opera,
Or a pirouette of the great Pavlova,
Taking your heart into those realms unseen,
Into the reality of dreams.
The Saint John's Passion soars
Aloft and so becomes vast arches
For the Cathedral of Rheims.
In Art the structure matters,
Rhyming like counterpointed feelings
Giving substance to our being.
And ancient myths a new expression,
Or celebrate the joy of living,
Or the tragedy of human errors
In Sophocles and in King Lear
They paint the road to ruin.
Which medium we use is interwoven
With strands of other Arts we know
We cannot stop the inter-flow
Of memories and of our learning.
Our path is coloured by our aptitude,
And only varies by the outer form
Permitted by its latitude.
Verse is what I choose and yet I celebrate
All other Arts and chiefly that of Nature
Whose sounds and sights and scents give pure
Ideas and dreams to contemplate.