More "Leftovers"
Art
by Jordan Ray
An oil painting
Stares down at me
Pine trees and jagged rockes outline a bay
Where twosomes walk
Followed by giggling toddlers
Sunlight strems through panes of glass
Larger than mine
The comforting murmur of family and firends surrounds me as I write
Scribbling when I don't even know why or about what
This need to express myself
Cannot be repressed
I wonder why we must express ourselves
Or maybe some of us don't
I wonder if they should
What tales would their voices tell us
Through microphone
Pen
Or brush
How would they photograph their perspective
Black and White?
Vivid colour?
Or shades of gray?
I guess you'll just have to ask them
And they'll show you
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This poem made me think of the Cave Art I saw in Europe - some of the first examples of human expression ever found.
As always, I'm curious what the reason/inspiration was for this poem. I find that almost as interesting as the poem/art piece/ writing.
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