Artistically Starved

“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
― Pablo Picasso

This absent determination
Watches over time that simply refuses to halt
In the face of a starved, diminishing soul.
Such creative impoverishment is this
Where words flee and stick figures reign
Breeding an utter lack of books –
The kind with sweet, homely pages.

Caught in this prophetic rattrap*,
With all its glorified noise and chases,
Where must one go to simply live?
Pray, show us the way to
Where paint blinds our sight,
Music paves the way
And words let us speak – truly.

“Literature, Art, and Fashion possess the power to transform the very essence of what we consider to be reality.”
― Prometheus Worley

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*Rattrap refers to The Rattrap by Selma Lagerloff (excerpt given below). I don’t entirely agree with it but it’s the kind of thought that makes sense when I’m in a particular state of mind i.e when everything feels too loud and busy.

He had naturally been thinking of his rattraps when suddenly he was struck by the idea that the whole world about him — the whole world with its lands and seas, its cities and villages — was nothing but a big rattrap. It had never existed for any other purpose than to set baits for people. It offered riches and joys, shelter and food, heat and clothing, exactly as the rattrap offered cheese and
pork, and as soon as anyone let himself be tempted to touch the bait, it closed in on him, and then everything came to an end."

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Source: The Skeptic’s Kaddish

This was written in response to this week’s We’ave Written Weekly; W³ poetry prompt hosted by David @ The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt given by Murisopsis is to write a poem of 14 lines in any form or style on the topic of poverty (moral, financial, romantic, etc.). Please feel free to join in! Submissions are open until Monday, January 9, 10:00 AM (GMT+3).

Thoughtfully yours,
D

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