Posted by: lecubiste | December 6, 2015

Art and Poetry

Redbird

Here are a few poems from yesterday…

 

Poems are like birds.

If I am very still,

Very quiet, they come

Sit by me, so

I can observe them,

See their lines,

Their form and color,

Get the details just right.

 

Art is a prime number. It’s factors

Are only one and itself.

Unique, asymmetrical,

Like the old Chinese saying,

“I never step into the same river twice.”

Art and life – every moment is

Idiosyncratically different from

Every other.

Undefinable, incomparable,

Indescribable,

Like the Tao.

 

 

 


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