Creation brought to birth
in the crucible of pain,
both physical and mental,
to bring art into being.
Upon the hob of hurt,
we simmer what we know,
and turn it with a pen or brush
into something new.
The pot in brutal boiling,
brings forth archetypal grace,
which transforms roiling demons;
dilutes the power of rage.
From horror then comes beauty,
the art of life revealed,
in Self and Soul and artefact;
the truth, forever held.
http://dversepoets.com/2013/06/15/poetics-beauty-is-everywhere/#respond
creation is beauty and often is born in pain or at least messy circumstances....always makes me think of birth which certainly fits that description...
ReplyDeleteart and beauty is often born through great difficulties and pain....and think that makes it shine even more..
ReplyDeleteLove the contrast here...
ReplyDeleteI know that beauty always is born in pain...and beauty comes out of labour (I assume a woman would know even more of that) ...
ReplyDeleteenjoyed this... beauty and pain go hand in hand.
ReplyDeleteloved this part
ReplyDelete"Upon the hob of hurt,
we simmer what we know,
and turn it with a pen or brush
into something new. "
very beautiful...
~Miriam
from horror then comes beauty, love that sentiment. The piece is built very nicely. Great read. thanks
ReplyDeletereally appreciate your voice here.
ReplyDeleteSolemn...kind of peaceful ending.