It was lost
perhaps misplaced
for all of time
was it hidden under an Inca temple
had it ridden off on the back of a camel
clasped in the falcon’s talons
maybe it was just forgotten
taken so for granted
that it vanished
in the bright of day
while people looked on
and then it seeped into the sands
carried away by the waves
to a place of treasures
an island off in the haze
piled high with forgotten things
row your dingy to the shore
hear with your ears
tunes of the Sirens
composed over the ages
performed on stage and in pits
capture with your eyes
another chapter of existence
artifacts of every kind
words artfully written on parchment
each loop personal
paints mixed by hand
artfully and personally applied to canvas
telling a story
capturing existence
paper made from trees
mixed and slurried
beauty in blemish
inks carefully screened onto hand-woven silks
tapestries elegantly fashioned with swollen fingers
forms fashioned from marble
some frown at your discovery
some with a smile of recognition
welcoming you
for you friend might be the next artifact
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All photographed art from National Museum of Art in Washington D.C. (Carpeaux, Rousseau, Rosenquist, Picasso, Duchamp, )
The writing prompt for this week’s DP challenge is Lost Art. What art do you think has been lost?
Other enjoyable writing reflections:
The Lost Art of the Handoff: Where will our Memories and Stories Go?
http://thinking-languages.com/2014/06/03/the-lost-art-of-the-encyclopaedia/
http://meaningfulmommy.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/listening-learning-from-our-elders-a-lost-art/
http://beautyalongtheroad.wordpress.com/2014/06/02/canyon-memories-the-lost-art-of-storytelling/
http://focalbreeze.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/lost-art/
So many things lost out there, that could share so much 🙂
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I loved your wonderful poem.
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I love history and archaeology and this poem – that last line hit like me like a brick wall. I wonder what archaeologists will find of ours, study and try to figure out what we were trying to accomplish years from now.
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oh that’s an element of horror – gotta throw that in 🙂
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What a wonderful way to share the importance of lost artifacts and art. Very true and beautiful. History is amazing, and constantly being made, and being added to…never ending. I really enjoyed your post.
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yes indeed. nice to meet you Megan 🙂
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Quite liked those last lines…as well as the rest of the poem.
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glad you did. you are always so encouraging
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I often wonder how things get lost and where they go. Real,imagined,seen or or unseen. Art in it’s self is a treasure always to be kept close. Find words and flow. Liked this very much.
Melanie
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Thanks – yes there are so many things lost that can never be recovered and society is the loser
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What a lovely historical perspective.
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Great montage and reflection on how people become part of art. I enjoyed reading your post.
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