Description: Written in a moment of random pel-mel inspiration out side of a library. There was a sidewalk artist there, we chatted. There was something about his sheer existance, so simple and so unobtrusive that really made me feel whole for just a moment. Nothing like sidewalk artist to really bring you inspiration.
In Love, Elementally -------------------------------------------
Outside a downtown library
where painting men paint
and chit chat,
twittering with brushes and children,
they crack jokes
and let peace reflect off of their
Because the painting men paint
and are happy.
They revolve in doors of
to pass the time,
and praise the lack of income
from selling pavement art to society.
It rains on his elements
but it just bounces back
and drys in his beat-up blue hatchback.
Because you can't keep an artist down
when he's in love so
I like descriptive poems like this of random things that you do during a day. It makes me see things through someone else's eyes for just that moment when I read this piece.
Yes, there is a lack of income for these artists, but that is the ephemeral beauty, both of their work and their reason for doing so. You have managed to capture that, I think. That they are happy inside, rather than worrying about things financially, which is more important, I think.
Thank you for showing me a snapshot like this. It was appreciated. Peace