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 are right
Weaving words on the page like a spider’s 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
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