Hey guys! I kinda disappeared for awhile. Sorry! Anyway, in school, I've started reading Shakespeare. His plays are okay, but what I really like are his sonnets. So, I've started a new little tradition for myself. Say hello to Sonnet Saturdays! I know it's a bit late in the day, but at least I remembered to start it. Well, here you go:
Nature of Art
Though disappointment wrings an artist's neck,
So none may be fulfilled with their own grace,
There still shines through the beauty, just a speck,
But artists true show faces of disgrace.
Through deep blue-colored lenses artists see
Their masterpiece, which brings their new fame nigh,
But but nowhere 'cross the land or 'cross the sea,
Has beauty t'was beheld in artist's eye.
Yet art itself is benefit to all.
It cleanses souls of all of those nearby,
And beauty, too, keeps culture from fall.
Without these thing, humans would not get by.
So praise the artist in their suffering
And help them know that their art is supreme.