Modern ArtA Poem by Kenaz"contemporary"Find me standing by this broken canvas, Contemplating the meaning of the shapes. I’m waiting for some painful realization, Afraid to leave without the meaning. Perhaps it is a lesson about ourselves? Maybe the artist cries for help? Someone walks up behind me, He stares for about three seconds, Lets out a simple “huh…” Then he continues on his way. Am I just too ignorant to understand? Or is this just a pile of bologna? © 2014 KenazAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKenazOHAboutWelcome friends! I would like reviews but it is not necessary from everyone. I only ask that you read more than one of my poems before you decide to leave. If you have a good poem or short story you w.. more..Writing
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