A Good Friend

By D. R. DiFrancesco

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What passes for art, for art’s sake

Be it brush or pen or pottery, the medium, no difference does it make

Neither beauty nor disgust for the creation dissuade

From the quest to enrich, enlighten and persuade

Its been said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder

This truth I envelop even more as I’ve grown older

What is crude or refined who’s to say what’s in taste

Rash judgements have been made at first glance and in haste

Powerful words and the mastery of the artists broad stroke

Portend to convey what the mind’s eye can invoke

Whether abstract or classical, our views may be divergent

Feelings resurrected and emotions rise most urgent

Thought provocation is the design of the muse

Masterfully manipulating all the senses that we use

To see and to hear things in a different light

Molded in a way that we hadn’t thought right

For better or for worse this is the artists intent

To affect you deep down though its this you strive to prevent

Whether its the beauty of a flower or sensations of unbridled love

What we hope to instill are the images and feelings gifted from above

Lost in Life

Reaching mid-life,

Still trying to find my way.

Who am I?

What am I supposed to be?

Shouldn’t I know by now?

This is absurd!

So many hobbies,

So many ventures started but left unfinished,

It doesn’t matter what they are,

They all have ended the same,

Lost interest or realized I wasn’t any good.

In a pile of ruin,

I have left hopes and dreams,

All in the name of being responsible,

Always true to others but not to myself.

Finally I’m in unfolding,

I am growing and maturing,

Making time for myself,

Taking time for my muse,

Joyfully immersed if only for an hour at a time.

Balancing the ephemeral,

Food, clothing and shelter,

With the nourishment of creativity.

Making my self whole,

On word at a time.