Poetry list
Art's leaven
Art is the scent and not the flower
No image caught in one fixed hour
Arousing night and day.
It costs our reason for its love
Catches the light that shines above
The hue of passing ray.
Life is the love and not the deeds
Alone that breaks our hearts and bleeds
Our moments into night
Where sorrows met in mystery's dawn
Conjoin us all as oneness borne
Into celestial light.
There is the joy we seek to own
But in this life is but a loan
From love who calls us home.
And art transports our earthbound ways
Beyond all sight into the blaze
Where light and matter foam!
The trails of art defy the dark
And substance of each stain and mark
To touch the inmost prize
And lift us out of self’s brute cage
To breathe the air of future’s age
Where we are sure to rise.
© Neil Thompson 2023