Eight-line Poems 2

It's a Language

It’s a Language

All things are grist to art’s pure mill
both deepest grumble and shrieking shrill
the shocking jolt and mundane sight
a brightest dawn and darkest night.

It’s how the thing speaks to your ear
with cotton wool or sickening fear
with beauty like the Mona Lisa
or dread Picasso’s Guernica.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 04.29.25
Prompt: Art by Herman Melville.