Taking time to enjoy all of the offerings of LBL art we have in the Land Between the Lakes areas is one of the most enjoyable hobbies we can recommend. LBL art is everywhere you look, listen, smell, taste and touch. All you have to do is open your senses, and more, to the experience.
What is LBL art? In my opinion, art is what you want it to be. You can experience art at every waking moment of your existence, if you choose. Can you create art or does art create itself? If you think it is art, then you have created art. It does not matter what anyone else things. An ode delayed is an ode destroyed. This one, this ode, is tragically flawed – but it exists. When you read it, it exists again. That is the way of odes and art.
Everyone is an artist. And everything is art. It depends upon how you look at it. If you enjoy nature and who doesn’t, then everyone is an artist. Art is hard to explain, but easy to appreciate. Even the most mundane of all the day-to-day activities can yield unflinching art for US to enjoy. A simple stroll in the sun turns into a walk into the future. A simple walk up the street in the sun with a sun umbrella turns into a moment for all time.
Sun walker Ode to the eternal flames of day delayed
Sun walker strolls right on past the flames and into the end of days where nights rest waiting for his delayed arrival.
The eternal flames of day beg him hurry on, please.
The words come in random spats like sunshine on a seashore
It’s a mad pursuit and one the Sun walker is in no hurry to make.
This summer cannot fade.
The bold walker never gets to his bliss. But is never further away either.
It is a mad pursuit. Makes as much sense as any.
Why try? Why not.
These random words are as good as any.
And the Sun walker walks.
The only shade is the shade you make and take along for the stroll.
Is there meaning in nothing? Is there meaning in anything?
If so, the Sun walker’s chances are as good as any.
Is the music played already more compelling that the notes yet to come? Is the step to come more important than the step to take?
The sun walker slows his pace. He’ll get there when he gets there. And there is absolutely no hurry for him to get there. And where is there?
For that matter, where is here?
Those unanswered questions of slow time remain and what’s heard now is the “hurry up please, it’s time!” The Sun Walker walks. Only for one brief flash is he the Sun walker.
A walker in the sun is what the burning forehead feels he is. The Sun Walker is another normal deity.
The parching tongue doesn’t speak, but not for lack of attempting so.
If possible, the Sun walker would stroll on past the day flames and keep the flame fingers at bay with his sun umbrella.
At this point, not one bit of it matters to the Sun walker. He’s taken the trip a few times before and it is never the same, but the destination is unchanging.
And in the end it did not matter. Before this started, none of it existed. Not the writing, not the typing, not the altered photo and surely not the Sun Walker. But then, there he is. Walking along into the day flames and as eternal as the
So, in the end there is nothing you need to know but the truth of beauty and the beauty of truth.
So the Sun walker keeps walking
Old age will come for some. Old age comes at younger times for others. If we are here, we’re all the same age.
And the Sun Walker remains, headed for the Ode and the Urn and away from the other woe.
Sun Walker Ode to the eternal flames of day delayed
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/ode
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44477/ode-on-a-grecian-urn
