s./j. goldner (March 2nd,1984 / USA)
Poems by s./j. goldner : 20 / 212
Autumn Gust
The artist is the artist is the
lover is the destroyer
is the creator.
Combative in nature.
Eternal in life.
Annihilated in love.
Stoic hands of incandescent grace
weave
and he is erased.
s./j. goldner
Submitted: Monday, October 29, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Poems by s./j. goldner : 20 / 212
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so much said in so few words, , thanx
WOW! This one's going in my favorites.
the weird thoughts indeed is different that makes art.
rgrds/salu
Awesome in every sense of the word, truly. The grit that permeates from this poem is delicious.
he is erased....
and he is frozen
in his creation
to find a new birth
for a strange new world
and the world says
he is a unique artist
each time he paints anew
but him the world could never view.
CP
So eloquent - so full of meaning and nonsense - our temprarily skulls explode.
l
How brief our lives are when we wear the masks of paradox and yet we can come front faced with our souls and still play many roles.A ten from me keep up the good work.Your postings are interesting.
Short and succinct...loved it.
Thomas
Great stuff...top marks!
-Michael
Now, this I Can Sink My Poetic Teeth In..More Raw Poetry Please? !