Artist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Artist



Artist

On glass
Soft Sand Dunes, brown
And fingers, her fingers
Run around
You see hair, flower; then is dog
Shapes change on, on and on
She's artist

After death
With the cells of skin
Of my corpse, and my heart, and my brain
I will form and make leaves
Long and round with the veins and the bones
Change of shapes and colors
I too will; be artist

Saturday, August 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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