A Question of Artistry (part II)

Artists

Among

Artistry

Delving deeper

Into the space

Where art

And ART

Meet

Does a spot exist, amidst the boils of creation, for respect?

Or will the Artist, flee from tradition—

To expression’s end,

And find value

In the incorporation

Of the old with his new artistry

Will a jade pin collapse

The pore-like jitters    *Conscience)

And will the tingles properly

Illustrate what mind believes

May be inappropriate if not damnable

Or will

The Artist

Create

As he’s always done

And has

Always been encouraged to do

Or will he abandoned

All he ever knew to know

All he ever knew how to be

A Question of Artistry (part I)

Masked men

Plates of white

Tailor-trimmed

In skull-black

Artistry.

Columns of withered

Wearisome antiquity,

Shying away from the

Fact they are historic,

All they feel is ancient.

If restoration

Is all that can be

To save their days

To share,

To brighten their reds and greens

To offer future children

Countless days to stare

Is that enough—

For these elders to keep breathing