Fake Flowers Can Smell Sweet
Fake Flowers Can Smell Sweet
Did I ever tell you
That not everything is real
Cloth flowers in a window sunfaded
Covered with dust of the day’s wind gift
Yet to look at them so colorful and carefully arraigned
I can almost smell the sweet fragrance of fresh roses
Perhaps my mind wants more than reality can give
At times I wonder about reality and roses
I think of the joy in the unremarkable
The beauty we not only grow
But the genuine grace
In what we can
All create
Stumble It!
Nice one indeed:)
We are all artists!!! Yes, I believe that is true.
There seems to be many levels working here. One of which I am aware of, which is, we can all create with our minds a reality of our own. This created state is sometimes fueled by what is, or perhaps is the altered state a part of reality? Then my mind wanders to the creativity of people and think about our ability to capture the essence of reality in our work or play by items replicated. Then again I think about out creative minds that can produce the aura of the items reproduced, such as the smell of fake flowers, the roaring of a painted sea or the passion of THE KISS by Gustav Klimt.