Art's ChildA Poem by Blue Ivory
ART’S CHILD I hear whispers in the dark I’ve heard whispers all along The air I breathe glows, when the lights are out It’s evidence that I am Art’s Child See, I was never like the rest of you I can see more than you can see You see a person that is getting hurt But pain is an individual person to me
At night, you all sleep and have sweet dreams But I speak to the night, I speak to the moon The moon, he seems a happy fellow But is lonely, and longs to glow sans the sun
At the end of the day, I am thankful for these eyes For, without them, could I envision such beauty? And though you have not yet materialized You nurture me with hands of smoke, grey and sooty
This silver air I inhale feels like exchange of blood Taking away my humanity, but really, taking away my normality Come, make me one of you! So you can take me with you Someday, I will be ready; I am an apple yet to be ripe And then, you shall see, that I am Art’s Child
There are others like me, and someday, we shall unite And teach you of a life of love, respect and treating others right Come, my brothers and sisters, let us not be afraid of critics Close your eyes, spread your arms out, take a breath and just DREAM...
Let there be an explosion as your imaginations run wild “Let go of your boundaries. Fear not, my fair child.” All will be just fine, once you pick up your utensil and set to work After vigorous movements of thy hand, you will smile at your own fruit
And then we’ll stand strong and each will claim “I am Art’s Child.” © 2012 Blue IvoryFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on April 5, 2012 Last Updated on April 5, 2012 AuthorBlue IvoryDhaka, BangladeshAboutI am a sugarcoated wreck. A cupcake with a chipped human tooth baked inside it. I breathe out soot left behind by the corpses you tried to bury but I come to you served in a silver platter. A hot.. more..Writing
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