Art was a medium,
A trance to enter
like a temple
Transmute the essence of Beauty
From the Gods to mere
mortals
Now modern man
has cheapened this gift,
broken sacred connections
Turning Beauty into prostitution
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marty, even if a poem is philosophical, it would benefit from vivid images. It usually is best to show instead of tell using abstractions. If you'd like, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Tell me how you like it. Yrs, JC