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| 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 |
