"minamilist" poems
As a minimalist, fearing art
Something so dear to my soul
My heart
The beauty, the expression
Became a material
And that, was not necessary
The pondering of question
"..Is this necessary"
Clouded and filled my canvas
The materials to paint with
The ink to write
Drowning again, it seems
Life free from attachment should liberate us
Not condemn us.
Not restrict us, though free us
Allowing us so much more, by having less
Art is necessary, even to the minamilist,
Of minimalist
Art is a tool of expression
Not an attatchement
I'm not attached to these paints anymore than
The clothes I wear
I feel just as much with these paintings on the wall
As I could if they weren't there
Minimalism is knowing that we still have
These memories, thoughts and emotions
Even when the objects aren't there to promote them
If I'm out of paints, I'll write in pen
If I'm out of paper, I'll go to the walls
If all else is gone, I'll sing the words
Free from attachment,
I still am able to enjoy these tools to use
And just as happily
Would give them to you
Materials do not truly give us anything,
And certainly should not take anything away, either
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
covered with stones over the sand
natures green shows
Seeing trees blossom ,most amused I could be
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC