The players cheer and clap.
Not because they support the art form.
but because they admire their own
Art seen through the artist eye,
a pristine glow. Perfection
in its execution. In other eyes
on other days the artists manifestation
is a singular sensation.
The run the round, applauds abound
in imagined sounds of clapping hands.
The stroke the verse receives terse remarks or none at all.
Amateur art is not admired
by other eyes or words by other ears
that hear discordant notes in quotes
and lines that jar on ears
trained on Shakespearian sonnets.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com