Art, The Passion Of The Ages... Poem by Denis Martindale

A beautiful woman is a work of art
and that's how babies learn what beauty can look like.
A beautiful baby is a work of art
and that's how parents learn what beauty can look like.
Teenagers fall in love at the drop of a hat,
so they know what beauty looks like.

As we travel around the world,
the seasons and their spectacles delight the senses.
So we learn more about gardening
to beautify our gardens even more.
We design what makes this world a better place.
Even so, we can't help but be stirred by music
and by sculpture and paintings and sketches,
by poetry and the short stories, too.
The epic stories take on a legacy all their own.

And if we paint something that's just about average,
we're still amazed we could do that much.
Then some of us strive to get better
and some of us become masters of the canvas
and we know it's true... for suddenly, we've arrived.
From then on, we choose what we paint,
we choose each colour in turn,
repeat previous techniques, explore new ones.
We excel, we're no longer amateurs of average creativity.
We've got great expectations. We've got so much to give.

Others consider us as if at a genius level,
not just gifted and blessed beyond measure.
We've got an unmerited favour from the Lord.
To Him, we give glory, that's if we're truly blessed.
And many of us yet unblessed may still be.
That encourages the writers and the poets,
the sculptors and the composers,
the artists and the sketchers,
no matter, young or old, healthy or disabled.
Hope blossoms, faith perseveres,
blessings unfold like flowers welcoming the sunshine above.

And even the stars are seen as glorious,
no longer merely accepted as distant sparkling lights.
The mountains maintain their majesty,
the lakes their silent solitude,
the rainbows their resplendent colours.
Art is everywhere, dear friends, yes, everywhere!
A snowflake glistens, a raindrop shimmers, a cloud glides by.
The sun says, Here I am!
The moon says, I am still here!
The stars stream gently in slow motion flights of fancy...
like starlings swirling across the night sky...
and here I am, too, using words as pictures... even now...


Denis Martindale February 2019.


The poem is based on a free
gratisography photo I saved and
edited and resized to 640 pixels...