Privileged Palettes ((Happy, Starving Artists) Poem by Renee Marie
Privileged Palettes ((Happy, Starving Artists)
Those I know
who don't 'clock-in'
that doodle or dream
at home within
whipped cream worlds
where words engage
slippery minds with stretched
canvas
or pristine page,
they float
across the rooms
and parking lots
and crowded streets
and stand in lines
that take too long
and they keep breathing
way down deep
as if
no clock
had ever
ticked
at all.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Who invented the 8-hour 'work day'... was it around the same time that the 'clock' was invented? Written in 2004, Fair Haven, VT
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5/4/2024 8:17:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb, beautifully described. You really struck a chord with me there. Esra Sloblock