I must say
those of arts
writers and painters
so often trivialized
too often
how ironic then
for those who sweep us under
since we--
of words and lines
however similar or not
--are not the ones at expense.
Where's the magic
neither seen nor experienced
in reality,
and where's the escape
from your homes of present
but from us?
the minds who labor away
without showing
but upon the page, sheet or canvas.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
I must say
those of arts
writers and painters
so often trivialized
too often
how ironic then
for those who sweep us under
since we--
of words and lines
however similar or not
--are not the ones at expense.
Where's the magic
neither seen nor experienced
in reality,
and where's the escape
from your homes of present
but from us?
the minds who labor away
without showing
but upon the page, sheet or canvas.
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