The starving Artist and the Penniless Poet The starving artist and the penniless poet No respect until their death and they know it Such are the little things going unnoticed People walking around looking out of focus That’s when he writes, in the dead of night Arranging the letters until they’re right Weaving words on the page like a spiders silt The tangled yarn of the crazy woman’s quilt Meticulously, the artist forges a plan Methodical and steady is the artist’s hand Colors and shades so carefully placed View it once and the image cannot be erased Imprinted deep on the impressionable soul Diamonds being crushed back into coal Language gushing from an open vein Bleeding out gallons of ordinary pain The poets maybe poor but words make them wealthy The artists may starve but their passion keeps them healthy A lifetime supply of scribbled down lines Reading humanity; interpreting the signs The starving artist & the penniless poet Know some things that others don’t know yet By: Josh Quinn
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 18:42:59 +0000
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