Poem - Forgotten Legacy

[kokopelle]

Does art have a legacy? I'm not talking about the rare iconic pieces, those chosen from a million like works. I’m talking about the works that flow through the world on a daily basis. They entertain as we contemplate. The moment passes and the only one that remembers the effort is the artist. They are left wondering about legacy. Should the works be published? Should they put in catalog or hung on a public wall? Should they be distributed so some part is elsewhere when the artist is no longer creating? I personally have over three hundred poems written. There will be almost five hundred written by the end of 2015. This is enough to have some good, some not so good, and some pretty good. I am left to wonder about what legacy I want to leave from this body of work. This wondering is done so against the almost guaranteed anonymous future.


Forgotten Legacy
Bonus Poem for Day 163 – 20150612

Like jewels of water sparkling
in social media's transient light,
artistic efforts are seen in passing
by the moment's audience flitting.

This spray of work, output varied,
meets with sea of greater amount.
As wide as the eye can view,
swollen by deluge of both bad and good.

Years will pass, decades mount,
where is my thimble of soul shared?
At the bottom of ocean's darkest trench,
forgotten legacy of this romantic fool.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved