A Sense of Beauty

Posted by Brad Osborne on January 25, 2020 · 7 Comments 

 

 

The painter, by God, given the artful eye

With each graceful flick of the wrist

Upon blank canvas the scene is set to dry

So a rare beauty can exist

 

We sing our praise at the visual delight

For this creation you must see

And those who have not been blessed with gift of sight

The not seeing a travesty

 

What can be found amongst talented brushstroke

What scene can be set in the mind

What feelings can colors possibly invoke

For a person who is left blind

 

If the loss of one sense in the others gain

If there’s more than one way to see

Then who knows what can be conjured in their brain

The home to creativity

 

Maybe they feel depth and scope painted so bold

Under their practiced fingertips

Maybe they taste the colors of red and gold

Like rusted metal on their lips

 

Do they feel the etching of the palette knife

Like fingernails trailing on skin

Can they sense the vibrant existential life

Artist’s heartbeat that lives within

 

Can they smell the rose wine and the evergreen

Hear the scraping of bristled brush

The ring and clang of the contrasted in scene

Or where colors blend to a hush

 

The painter painted because that was his art

A form of expression and duty

And leaves to each person to do their own part

Defining what is found beauty

 

But to think it takes some keen set of eyes

Seeing the only way to find

Then that is the source of our vision’s demise

For we are the ones that are blind

 

 

 

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