by soquiliquayAshland, Wisconsin, USA
Jun 2011 329 Views 0 comments
Creativity
Writers write
Dancers dance
Sculptors sculpt
Architects design
Painters paint
Singers sing
We are all, offering
Our pain to you
Like a bloomed flower
Of infinite colors
Bleeding red
Exposing
What we'd rather hide instead
Dancers dance
Sculptors sculpt
Architects design
Painters paint
Singers sing
We are all, offering
Our pain to you
Like a bloomed flower
Of infinite colors
Bleeding red
Exposing
What we'd rather hide instead
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Ever wonder, truly, what it means, to be an artist?Wrote 6-13-11. Woke up 3 times this morning needing to write poetry. Not easy on the body, but so gratifying to the mind
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