Where's The Art Poem by M.J. Lemon

Where's The Art

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Is it in the backhand?
The grace of the dancer
The perfectly played pass
the turn of the wrist as
the surgeon's scalpel
removes the malady-
the Houdini of biology

is it in the trash bin?
Discovered, unearthed
what I said "looks like compost"
is gently received, swaddled like
a newborn and hurried off
to make an entrance
on a showroom floor

is it in the body, the soul?
some warmth some energy
some invisible lever that rips
out your sympathy, your empathy
when you watch a body deteriorate
all ravages imaginable
the alarm clock rings, the mind opens

is it on the body?
The green, gold, red face of
the sports fan or more permanent ink-
a flashy tiger above "I married Jimmy" or
the opaline patina on a broken leg
that turns one into the low rent Rodin
with friends saying "cool, let me draw and write."

Or is it in the store?
perhaps, maybe contained in
the paints and supplies bought
on-line or at the local brick and
mortar. It may just be there
in an ordinary piece of paper
or that overlooked pastel...

left abandoned in childhood

Where's the art?

Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: abandoned,art,artistic work,childhood ,creativity,philosophical
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 24 April 2020

Where's the art... It is what remain in our mind, the extract of concept from memories, how we grown up and consume the lesson, that is the continuity of the art...like a movie.

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Mj Lemon 24 April 2020

Wonderful observation, Soul. There is no art...without us! Thanks for reading.

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Q Graw 10 April 2020

Many types of art are contained in many different forms. By words, music, paint and sculptures are some of what we consider art. However art flourishes in many different abilities and talents that people have. It is a matter of recognizing the art where it is spotted. Well written poem M.J.

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Mj Lemon 10 April 2020

So well said, Q. Many thanks.

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Susan Williams 05 April 2020

Art has taken a turn now and then that I must confess I cannot see the relevance, the genius, the importance- indeed I am left untouched and wonder if I have grown hide-bound in my old age or if there is nothing in certain forms of art to touch a well-lived heart and soul... but I am also an advocate of people expressing thems elves and being applauded for trying to communicate their thoughts honestly... well done poem, my friend, and I always find the art in your works! 10+++++++++

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Mj Lemon 05 April 2020

Thank you so much, Susan. You've mentioned a theme I've been working with, working around. That's the idea of wellness and art, or simply growth and art. Are the two incompatible? Does an overabundance of one crowd away the other? ....You always make me think.

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Richard Wlodarski 02 April 2020

This past week-end, the children at my place of employment exhibited their art from balcony window to balcony window. I was not there to witness this stroke of genius. And beautiful humanity. But when i heard about it, I saw it in my mind. And suddenly, the gloom and despair of COVID-19 vanished. In its place...a huge smile! And a large glimmer of hope!

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Mj Lemon 02 April 2020

Thank you for sharing this, Richard. Art indeed has so much power.

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Leeann Azzopardi 01 April 2020

This poem is simply prefection an that's a Bravo! and an Encore! twice over

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Mj Lemon 01 April 2020

Too kind! Thank you so much, LeeAnn.

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