Porosity

fragments of hope and dreams
stitched together in a pattern
designed to vocalise
all that was left unsaid
structured to open windows
that let breathe
texturised to give a view
of the world outside
not whole
but just enough to create
some more patterns

Fabric of the psyche
A silent sponge
Drinks perspectives
reshaping itself
into imprints
but remains
porous to hope,
dreaming new skies.

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Poetics Tuesday: What Art Says

The Met Gala presents art in the most bizarre ways, mounted on frames that do not understand it, but aim at adding value to themselves by becoming a carrier.

I see the original artworks shedding tears, for this is not where they intended to live. Arclights that flatter the artist and art are welcome, but here those who can afford to be invited are offered a shortcut to worldwide fame.

Met Gala,
frames without feeling,
art cries in silence—
spotlights flatter the wealthy,
not truth.