Sand In Your Shoes  7-18-07 sas

Art is a maniac flailing about
Art is a machine gun shooting windows out
Art is a membrane holding life inside
Art is your wink your dreams your sigh.

Art is an albatross an oddity of sorts
Art is Grandma’s biscuits made from love of course
Art is shapes and sounds and words one at a time
Art is a conquer a peasant a child with a dime.

Art is sand shaken out of your shoes
Art is a moment not knowing what to do
Art is a rain drop full of cosmic dew
Art is hope and life and creativity for me and you.

Art screams and whispers all at the same time
Art is blind and cautious and carnivorous too
Art is tender and harsh with a molten memory or two
Art is forever and fleeting and surrounds all of you.

Art like the petal of roses in bright hue
Art like elephant skin the sun tone imbues
Art like blood at the birth of your son
Art like nothing else all unique and brand new.

Art so needed to hold and to do
Art so desired and yearned for it’s true
Art all gone in a flash and in a flash renewed
Art is your touch your imagination and all that you do.

Art is a funny thing but serious too
Art in a tear drop mountain top door stop
Art in your hair in your eyes in your heart
Art in your lips in your breath may it never stop.

Art can’t be kept or owned or processed
Art can’t be taken or given or broken or fixed
Art can’t hold your attention or deplete your bank account
Art is an essence a compilation of moments dreamt about.

Copyright © 2007 Steven A. Scroggins All Rights Reserved