Patti Masterman

Art Is Alive - Poem by Patti Masterman

Curious thing, how life imitates art,
For life is alive, with heart beating it's name
And art has no heartbeat, yet breathes through our breath;
Sees with our eyes, and feels with our breast.

Art haunts the corridors, where brain has it's day,
Lurks behind thoughts; the words we would say.
We may have few years here, before we are dust
But art is alive, and it's living in us.

Comments about Art Is Alive by Patti Masterman

  • Hebert Logerie Sr. (5/23/2017 7:43:00 AM)

    Beautifully expressed! (Report) Reply

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  • (2/17/2010 4:00:00 AM)

    a lovely poem on art's heart beat (Report) Reply

  • (2/4/2010 9:02:00 PM)

    A beautiful piece that shows how art has heart & a life of it's own. Your poem had a lovely flow to it. It's so true what you said here about art. Well done. I gave it a 10, but it didn't show up.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010

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