Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Picture Poem

Beautiful hiking
Dull yellow beams breaking the dark
Dew on tents dew on grass
Stars fade in the blue skis,
no sleep time to go.
Glowing tents fold up for the next night.
Tighten hiking boots for the long day ahead
Three guys no other people
Jelly legs start hiking out of the valley,
make your own trail.
Ups and downs of mountains ,
like a rollercoaster.
Feet hurt and bags feel heavy.
Night falls.
Sleep.
Do it all again tomorrow.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Is life a work of art?

I think that peoples life can be a work of art. The art work of life is your story that can be told by you or by anyone who knew you after you are gone. The story can be twisted and changed in to a work of art. The story can be made in to a poem or a painting depending on the artist. I think that people only look at peoples lives once they die but your life right now is its own work of art up to this point. Maybe it is a finished work of art once you die. I think that types of art like dance and people turning their life in to art work. A persons life can be turned in to a work of art but is not one with out the help of an artist.