Early Morning Commute
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I assumed the art was of glowing twilight
Purple sky resembles a painting I have
Hazy morning forms silhouettes of charcoal
Morning not twilight
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(A Sapphic Stanza)
At Rest
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Simply resting in the dropseed
Reclined among the beautiful
Mighty fine respite indeed
Gaze stays the same through the seasons.
All my senses I must employ
Remaining right here for reasons
Among the nature I enjoy
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I never tire of the view
In fact it energizes me
Through time there’s always something new.
Just leave me right here, I am fine
Under my blanket of grasses
Gathering up all the sunshine
Just art to the passing masses.
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Stone Seeds
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The acorns soundly lie
Beneath oak trees sky high
Too large to yield to whims of squirrels
Will never multiply
While others sprout nearby
From stone seeds only silence unfurls.
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Art at the Tire Shop
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I found art in the local tire store
While waiting for four new wheels and rear brakes
I have to wait, what more can I ask for?
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What’s hidden inside is a mystery
It’s original form is history
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Now a focal piece and a chair no more
Was the start of this a small mistake?
Or has the creator done this before?
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You can find art in the strangest places
Beyond museums and display spaces
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What artwork do I miss as I explore
Gathering groceries, addressing toothaches
Adding some excitement to what may bore
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I need to live with my eyes open wide
Just never knowing where beauty does hide
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Art is a lump covered in labels galore
At flea markets and on grocery store cakes
Or the dark doodles on a bathroom door
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The art you see is in your state of mind
To what you call art others may be blind
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It is of you reader I do implore
Remember in art there is no mistake
A happy accident someone will adore
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Art is more than purchases from the store
It’s stickers and stencils and meter breaks
It’s more than home furnishing decor
It can be a chair at the tire store.
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A Picture and a Poem 