There are no Frontiers

 

For the poet, the writer, artist and composer,

there are no frontiers, no limits of expression or will.

As the natural world in its beauty is a gift,

so the artist, writer and composer are free.

Their gift is inspiration which dwells in their soul,

an inner vision or voice which yearns for release.

The brush stroke, the pen and the musician,

are not confined or controlled by convention.

For the creators there must be a free spirit and a place,

with no observer looking over their shoulder or in their face.

The mind, heart and soul is on a perpetual quest,

it can be entangled in a world of conformity and control.

The canvas and the page must be pristine and blank,

a clear virginal place for fuition to take place.

 

In solitude they begin their sacred task.

The English poet may write in Spanish or French.

The artist from Brazil paints a frozen arctic landscape.

The Polish composer works outside his native land.

These noble people embrace the world and its peoples.

No landscape or seascape, no language or culture can be excluded.

all are embraced without exception.

They seek their own beauty, honesty and freedom of expression.

They observe and enquire, drawn to beauty and truth.

Many become famous with their work highly acclaimed,

as others are arrested, persecuted and chained.

Artists, poets, writers, sculptors and musicians have their foes,

the insidious forces of totalitarianism and intolerance are about.

Those who would distort, damage and wilfully destroy and attack,

the artist, imprisoned, often carries on until he is shot.