![]() 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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StatsAuthor![]() KenazOHAboutWelcome 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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