Mimesis Poem by Josh Alfred

Mimesis



A great art has been sedated
Beneath the passions, awaited
Beauty in its positions stay
In ocean and skies it does lay
The image toward perfection
Comes to mind through selection
Finds its place on empty block
Maybe to copy, but not to mock
Bound in the glory of representations
Curves, and weaves, the old imitations.

Friday, December 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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