The blog will pick a word of the week, to share & explore the selected word. Here’s an expression for the word – art.
Before a brush has touched the page
Before a dancer claims the stage
Before the sculptor carves the stone
Art waits in silence, still unknown.
It hides within a fleeting glance
A sudden thought, a chance romance
A beam of gold on morning seas
A melody carried by the breeze.
A brush can paint what words conceal
A sculpted form can make us feel
Through every shape and every reel
Art reveals what time can’t steal.
It captures joy, it holds our pain
It finds the sun within the rain
Though styles, ages, shifts and change
Its strength is like a mountain range.
Art lives where courage meets the heart
In every ending, every start
It asks us not to look away
But, see the truth in our own way.
When the world grows hard to bear
Art leaves a little beauty there
A spark, a flame, a guiding star
Reminding us of who we are.
For art is more than what we see
It is imagination set free
A bridge from what is and what could be
The soul’s enduring gallery.
So paint and write and sing your part
Our world is shaped by the human heart
And every creation, humble or grand
Adds one more star to life’s vast strand.
