The Arts

The thing about the arts, be it poetry, music or visual is that they reach deep into a place in our inner being. The deep passions felt in them are expressed with more honesty than our superficial day to day interactions. The strength of honest passion brings a certain pleasure but when contrasted to day to day realities the desire to be there continually can cause depression. It takes a certain strength to step in and out and live in normality with zeal after the visit.  Creating and expressing are more taxing than simply reacting. But the depth is worth it. An artist does best when he chooses not to abandon passion out of fear anymore. Yet at the same time he will respect boundaries that have been drawn. 

Formal Elements

Art is similar to poetry. I have been taking a course on art and learning its formal elements.
Here is a recent assignment I thought you might enjoy.
Art review

Why?

I don't get it 

How can I be loved so profoundly? 

I did not earn it 

It's not that I'm  unlovable

I am passionate 

And caring

But why want me? 

I fumble love 

And don't give what it is due 

Yet it still pursues me somehow 

I am thankful 

Yet my heart is confused 

Why would someone love me? 

I pretend it's my due 

When others give it freely

I need it desperately 

But don't deserve it 

My heart says

Why me?

  

Avoidance

It's the sweetest confusion 

A pleasurable pain 

I should avoid it 

But I'm back here again

I packaged it up 

In neat little words 

Stored on a shelf 

And called it absurd 

It finds a way back 

Ignores my restraint 

Acts like a muse 

Mocks my complaint 

Solutions

What can a person do when love gives no respite?

When the heart skips a beat for fear it's out of sight 

Where can love be sent so it doesn't wander back?

And cause the soul to tremble, with anxiety attacks

Can it up in jars and make a good preserve 

Then open up the can after a few years 

Put it in a trunk, stow it on a ship 

Give a kiss goodby and send it on a trip

Put it in a rocket and send it to the moon 

Send it on a light beam to a star you like to view

Every place love goes is made better I am sure 

It's just really tough when the person isn't here

 

Little Bird

I'm so thankful little bird that you're okay

Though I'm sad you had to fly away 

I see you sitting on the branches with your friends 

I'm glad your broken wing is on the mend 

I still can hear your songs inside my head 

You are welcome any time to sing again 

If you're ever lonely or in need 

Just fly up to my place and have some seed 

If I had two wings
The songs we could sing
In the sun's golden hues
We'll share an awesome view