A preview of a friend’s poem on the destruction of hurricane Irene, caused me to look at those who live on the coast with a poet’s eye.
BEWARE THE ARTIST’S EYE
by Mike Patrick
Within us all a gift resides-
a special artist’s point-of-view.
We all possess the artist’s eye
for timeless beauty we pursue.
But beauty lives on danger’s shroud.
The lion’s mane and fearful claws
come packaged neath a single cloud
of true respect for nature’s laws.
When artists’ take a tame approach,
with love of landscape’s calm veneer,
is safety found without reproach?
What could go wrong? There’s naught to fear.
The moving sea holds beauty close
in water, ships . . . reflected moon:
small treasures which the waves expose,
or in the form of wind-shaped dune.
No wonder that the ocean’s draw
can pull an artist to the sea:
unable to foresee the flaw
of hopes and dreams that may not be.
To build one’s life where beauty sings,
to ever view aquamarine,
is tantamount to welcoming
the kiss of hurricane Irene.