Our view of the past

We view the past as though we are peering through a fractured glass window,

We see images. Settings. Colours. But we cannot touch it. Cannot taste it, embrace it. We cannot live it.

As an artist may see the contemporary world, we view history with a brush, painting each stroke with imagination and desire.

Our creation is influenced, in part, by our intellect – our knowledge. Overall, it is shaped by our intrigue.

Intellect teaches us that the past was not always the dreamy place our heart would like to believe. Our inner artist looks through fractured glass and sees peace, beauty, hope.

It is a projection of what we know our world could be today – what it should be.

We attempt to connect with that which we never knew in the hope, the need, for it to have been something better than we have experienced. For if it was, ever better may our lives be should it come again.

07/10/2012 | Categories: History, Life, Poetry | Tags: coliseum, History, imagination, painting, past, poem, poetry, reflection | 2 Comments