It's Art everywhere.
It's there in the strokes:
It's there in the lines..
It's there in the paint, colours, palettes-
It's present in the rhymes.
The painstakingly beautiful pieces hang around us in our everyday unspoken craft..
Where Jesus dies to lessen our sins,
And a ripen rockmelon eagerly waits in the porcelain to be cut.
A family makes their way to a holiday on a lovely bright morning,
While the sleeping virgin's beauty is adored by a demigod in the heaven's hut.
A rocking chair perfectly fits in the frame to allow the nude lady to relax after a day end;
Whereas a gold digger bluntly looks at the ceiling, holding his wife's letter, tearing their lives apart..
Some stay morose, others somewhat gay -
While the life unfolds yet again, an unsolved riddle in its own enchanted way.
After all, it's Art everywhere..
As it should have been always.
Art is omnipresent may be sometimes in obscurity ..a very nice poem. Full marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is plenty of life to view through happiness and you cant ignore lessons. Good