Look

Look

A Poem by Hajar

All human beings would like to be artists,

When it is, surely, impossible,

For any to be able,

To create, the human needs to be inspired  it  is one of his old habits.

Well on this matter I have a theory,

I say the human can’t be an artist,

For the simple reason that he is himself a piece of art made by golden fists,

And what he is producing is only a metaphor of his own soul and its glory.

The human never creates he only transposes,

The transcendent strength of the art which runs in his veins,

Look at nature,

Look around you,

And you will see that in his philosophical madness Spinoza said something true,

All nature is the production of an artist,

You can capture his style,

With which all emerges,

We are all,

Made by a magic touch,

Which illuminates the world,

With bright pastels and foolish colors,

And you can feel,

And you can make one feel,

Isn’t it the purpose of art?

To feel and awake the feeling,

 I don’t know what you think of it,

But for I am impressed,

By what every day I see,

I shall say that either it is a great mistake,

Made by a hand which is blind,

Or the invention of a dreadfully intelligent mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Hajar


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Interesting feel to this write... I believe in order to look you must see the entire existence blinded... There is no looking... for the entirety is all around you... for what is seen and unseen... is a human trait... before conception into a whole new world... before ever opening your eyes... Thanks for sharing....

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Interesting feel to this write... I believe in order to look you must see the entire existence blinded... There is no looking... for the entirety is all around you... for what is seen and unseen... is a human trait... before conception into a whole new world... before ever opening your eyes... Thanks for sharing....

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, we examine and live in a world filled with enchantments. How all our inspirations are mere echoes of the world that lives and breathes around us. Your poignant philosophies are masterful, dear one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hajar

11 Years Ago

Thank you very much for your review , you completely understood the purpose of this poem it means a .. read more
The 13th Eros

11 Years Ago

Precious Hajar, I deeply appreciate you as my equal in every way. You writing is remarkable. :)
A divine analogy Hajar, :) Through you art shall live as long as you live, and those words are immortal, like those of many writers... I like your thoughts, well penned!

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hajar

11 Years Ago

Thank you Elisa it means a lot :)

11 Years Ago

You are welcome talented one :)
Hajar

11 Years Ago

:)
True. True. This is great! Keep writing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Hajar
Hajar

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17 years old french student passionate about english literature , my professional project is to become a writer. My inspirations are for the main part Edgar Allan Poe , Baudelaire, Frost , Dickens , K.. more..

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