Yet another poem to help the days flow by and keep myself motivated on arty things!
The artists learnt to love before they could draw.
The drawing came easy, loving was the chore
Judged, destroyed, rejected, criticised
It would seem the love had gone from inside
The artists learnt to listen before they could play
The playing came easy but the listening would say
‘That was horrific- play it again’ so again they would try
But trying didn’t work so the artists would cry
The artists learnt to live before they could act
The acting was easy but the living slapped back
When most people live they don’t have to ‘do’
But the doing was the acting, so their living was too
The artists learnt to feel before they could write
The writing came easy but the feeling was… Shite
They wrote what they felt but when feelings all were gone
They’d write someone else’s to prove nothing was wrong
The artists learnt to smile before they could dance
The dancing came easy, as for smiling, no chance
A smile always expected from each pretty face
Until the smiles weren’t natural, but in a darker place
Before the art, learnt to love, listen, live, feel and smile
These things came first, their art took a while
So if their art be absent, or taken once more
True artists have all learnt how to be sure
That the love for their art will never die
However deep it goes, it will return to fly high
But should the loving, listening, living, feeling and smiling hide
The artists will find what they learnt first, what made the art, on the inside