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 @

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