Requiem

You loved the real me; I made
everything unreal. Listen,
art gave me courage. Did you
know you can act like water?
The moments of madness are still
fluid. Before the paintings are hung,
I can add yellow. Add mountains or rusty,
reclaimed debris. Stand back;  it makes sense.

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Comments

Marge, this is very unique, and full of force, I love it, ty WS

Thanks so much. I bounce back and forth between art, poetry and writing horror. Need to frequent this board more often. Peace.

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