Comments about Noah Baer
Ode To Art
As a small pen shoots across the page, a line is born.
As I draw a person going, going, gone.
Sailing through a fjord,
telling ancient tales of yore.
The sea then spirals down,
a splintering CRACK of brown.
The ship is split in twain.
The crew is whisked away, just to set a scene another day.
Two teens, leaving a blue spray.
‘More Pay’, it reads.
The warning is acknowledged.
All this, captured on a paper.
A tear falls,
and a wet splash echoes through the halls.
Reflecting off of the walls, the sound goes further.
As the fair maiden calls, looking...