The human part
is the heart of art
or what’s creation for?
Color, line, texture, rhyme
do nothing more
than frame.
The thought in the poem,
“the soul in the bowl”
these give Art its name.
Pigment splattered on canvas,
iambic in a line,
these, in time, machines can do.
Add to them, Heart,
this, then, is Art.
That the glue.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 