A Sonnet for the Release of Art
Hear me now, being silent is boring
If it’s inside you, why not get it out
If it is a soft whisper or a shout
Art is art, no matter the story-ing –
Yeats’s soft dreams or Dali’s slippy ticks,
Would have never been seen if they hadn’t,
Trusted the world to do what it mightn’t
And chosen to give them to other critics.
Released means trapped and then flown from one’s mind
A blank page filled with your beautiful thoughts,
You might not think them beauty but maybe
They help someone else – maybe they will find
The meaning of inspiration for taught
This might make them smile, because of your glee.
By Tiger Paws Junior April 2014