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Art is Dead
a canvas washes
over the painter
white like snow
where prey runs cold
over the painter
white like snow
where prey runs cold
Published 16th Aug 2021
Author's Note
A quick poem from my next poetry collection I'm working on.
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- Edited 9th Apr 2022 5:45am
16th Aug 2021 12:44pm
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29th Sep 2021 6:20pm
23rd Aug 2022 3:59pm
This may be in reference to art from a painter but my mind went straight to thinking about writer's block.
Maybe there's some default programming in my subconscious mind.
When you have time please would you send the PM where you mention the beginning of your journey and where you are thus far, publishing.
Maybe there's some default programming in my subconscious mind.
When you have time please would you send the PM where you mention the beginning of your journey and where you are thus far, publishing.
23rd Aug 2022 5:00pm
The poem is about depression overcoming the artist, but I love looking at this as writer's block as well. I can surely relate to that one! And of course, I'll send you a message right now.
24th Aug 2022 7:04pm
Emotions must be controlled when attempting a goal the individual has in mind. If said mind is not clear then unwanted re-direction may occur which not only waste time, but depending on the end game money.
