~Deana J. Tavares

Art is not a box

In which to capture 

People within

Art is simply 

The point 

Where all life begins

Art does not constrain 

It releases

Does not constrict 

It takes up space 

It is a vast valley

A deep chasm

A cavernous abyss

Art is that perfect 

Sweetest

Most gentlest kiss

Art unfolds 

And overlaps

It sways

In the breeze

Art is the yes 

And the openness

And the free

Art is straight lines

And curvy paths

It winds 

And unwinds 

And unravels

It grasps

It is so many things

That cannot

Be contained

Within these human vessels 

Holds on to our names

It is the uniqueness

From within

The image

That can’t be touched

The one thing 

That one can control

When the world becomes 

Way too much 

It’s where we retain our softness 

When there’s only hardness around 

It is the richest of palettes

The most solid of ground 

Art is life

It is living 

It is birth 

It is death 

Art is what we all turn to

When there is nothing 

That is left

We reach out our arms

Stretch out our fingers 

To touch

Every corner of beauty

That still lingers

It is something inside us

Even if you can’t see it 

Deep within blood vessels

And cells

You just have to learn 

How to free it 

Art reaches out 

Its fingers 

Like tendrils 

In every direction

Contained in acrylic

Oil 

Charcoal

All kinds of

Inventions 

It speaks loudly

And it doesn’t demand

It holds you 

And sees you 

In ways

That no one else can

It reassures 

And acknowledges 

The seen

And unseen

Art is a world

Inclusive of your dreams

That world 

Where your sunflowers

Can always be green

Its that one place

Where absolutely 

No rules exist

The most beautiful gift you can give 

A world simply your own

Where others too 

Can live 

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