|The Aesthetic View
I have an advantage viewing from the top
From up here, seems far away, but it's not
I observe beauty and grace all over the place
But same as a child,
my drawings are not always clear,
They get done but can’t bear the light of the sun.
I take the beauty and try to put it down
My “friends” think I’m only a clown
I understand there’s beauty in their cries
I feel for them,
They’re dying before my eyes
They don’t know what I see when I’m around.
My rhyme is not right, an image drawn in the night
They say “tell it right and bring it to the light”
Who cares what I know or what I see
Somewhere I see; an image of me, I care
Not only do I care, I dare to make images in the dark.
There is beauty everywhere; a beautiful rage
A tiger in a cage, clumsy children acting on a stage
Mountains and clouds, girls and trees;
No end to the beauty I see.
But it's not in style,
no grace nor poise,
they say, "mere noise"
It’s alright, I understand the boys.
What a beautiful confusion!
Their confidence, could it be, just a fleeting illusion?
So I’ll stumble along, learning my paces
Sharpen my crayon and clean my paint vases
I don’t want to smudge or smear the beauty of their faces
What a grand place to be.
Knowing beauty in what I see
I know all will be well,
my critics won’t be allowed in hell.
Someday, who knows when, who can tell?
Someday, I bet my poems will even sell!
©2009 Carl Watts www.carlwattsartist.com
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