Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem #15-2011 The Artist

The Artist


Loneliness would be
lonely
here

a vase sits
empty
but for a
dried-up paintbrush
you once used
to create me
from where
I hadn’t been


I miss your hands




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8 comments:

  1. Brian MillerDecember 20, 2011 at 12:19 PM

    oh nice...great feel to this...that loneliness would be lonely itself is profound...and then being the created and then left to miss the hands...nice rick...

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  2. AnonymousDecember 20, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    sad... so sad... sadness turns out good poetry.

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  3. ClaudiaDecember 20, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    you created me from where I hadn’t been..love the emotions you paint with your words here

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  4. AnonymousDecember 20, 2011 at 5:03 PM

    completely felt. what emotion! beautiful, just beautiful. ♥

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  5. AnonymousDecember 20, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    Very nice: much said with few words.

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  6. AnonymousDecember 20, 2011 at 7:00 PM

    an empty vase is always lonely

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  7. Robert Gibson: PWES EditorDecember 21, 2011 at 8:24 AM

    Really nice. Can feel the emotion in this piece.

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  8. Mark ButkusDecember 21, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    My hands are here for you my brother.
    Happy Holidays!
    Mark

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