Sunil D'pudi

An Artist In A Park - Poem by Sunil D'pudi

Unknown origins,
Cancelled names,
Void emotions,
Blank stares,
Worshipped art.

The features
Are imprinted with an indifference.
The pencil
Moves like a speeding, winding car
On the frozen white;
One face in ten and a half minutes.
Foul masks, youth, children
And wrinkles
Weighed heavy and arrested.

By the fall of thick dark,
The artist
Removes his spectacles,
Packs the bunch of dreamless pencils
And walks his way back home.
With each passing day
- heavier at heart,
richer by light,
poorer by night.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 2, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 3, 2005

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