ART
Loud In Its Silence
The brush strokes a burnt orange
arc across the canvas,
provoking joy with a bit of pain.
Slashing black lines contrast,
making the colors stand out.
Emotions flow out through
the multi-colored swirls and lines,
the image second place to the art of creation.
Frenzied movements,
vision bursting out,
becoming reality.
A living moment
captured on a still frame,
loud in its silence.
As it reaches down
deep into your soul,
into their soul,
touching the deep dark recesses
that knows no words,
but still understands and
translates the image,
the colors, the vibrations
into hope,
into despair,
into joy and pain,
into the experience
of the human journey.
This poem was created by the prompt ART. What makes art, in any form, so evocative? I think that it’s the feelings that art can invoke.
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