Art is not owned by nations,
And can never be
Soviet enough,
Uzbek enough
Though the artists
Might be chained to times
Or movements
The images, painted
Breathe, stretch oiled wings
And own themselves
Before flight.
***Fragment of something larger, inspired by this: http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/desert-of-forbidden-art/gallery.html
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Art can never be captured in boundaries … true !!!
🙂 Thanks, GS! So often we try to limit or classify it.
Good poem. Thanks for the link. Lovely, strong works.
Thanks, Alice. This was on the “World” channel last night, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I love this Susan
Aw, Doris, thank you. Those pictures are amazing!
Thank you Susan…sorry so late but my word press is not working 😦 I notice I have miss a lot of your poems, I have a lot to catch too, good day!
This should be on a plaque at the entrance to a gallery. Hopefully one day I’ll open a gallery somehow and make it so!
Steven, thank you! I have a lot more to go on this one, I think. Just wanted to catch what bubbled up today, so I am calling this one a fragment for now.
Borderlines are not so different than the paints on canvas, arbitrary, although too often, a mark made by force contending with counterforce. To a seagull or a moose, these things are meaningless save for the extra hoofwork the moose might need to get to a destination.
Nelle, I love this comment!