it's a Matter of Perspective

dear Perception,

 

while human life is ephemeral,

art transcends all time

its everlasting infinitude,

exceeding the constraints of the hour hand…

 

whether a

Warrior of the Brush or

Blacksmith of Words,

indeed,

there is no one set vision of Beauty.

 

from the controversial minimalist art of today

to the more

Traditional

Photo-realistic

still-lifes,

from the serendipitous meeting of two lovers

to the

Quietude

of Yellowstone’s rhyolite peaks;

—art is ubiquitous.

alas, such is the magic of the human imagination!

 

yet why do so many

debate over what is

truly art

when they themselves

are Works in Progress?

 

sincerely,

misjudged

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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