On a movie

Could art be thought vanity,

Trapped inside a movie,

As the character, locked

Inside a prison, cannot

Find his way out to Beauty?

But like someone desperate

Scrolling on an island of

Imagery,  stopping her

Seeing Nature’s branch

Of flower, spread forever

Outward, like a cascading

Ogam, she taught her,

G’s symbol, her Beauty,

A symbol of love – g – that

Taught her art how to give,

A waterfall of love, that

Seeks release, fresh water

For bee-hum, brought forth

In a gift for your spirit, g,

Love given in poetry?