But Paper and Ink

Posted by Brad Osborne on May 23, 2020 · 28 Comments 

 

 

To the musician it comes as no surprise

How rhythm and melody can tantalize

In the beauty that their songs afford

We are captivated by each vibrant chord

 

And the gifted painter whose canvas displays

Rare beauty expressed in such visual ways

Knows full well that it is parcel and part

Of drawing us into their world with art

 

The sculptor’s hands are covered with dust

A proud image captured in a marbled bust

They remove the unwanted from the stone

And in what remains a perfection shown

 

The lines and designs of the architect

Are found in the structures they erect

From the spires tall to the tiled flooring

A permanent monument so alluring

 

The succulent and savory a chef creates

Feasted grace served on fine china plates

Delightful blend of proteins and starch

Are the magic behind their culinary arts

 

Designer sews splendor with great appeal

The fashionable look and how wearing feels

In texture and color, they meld a splendor

In all the clothing their stitchings render

 

But, alas, the poet is not given such things

Our words in short rows is all we can bring

To show hoped beauty, make reader think

Our only medium is but paper and ink

 

 

 

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