Forgotten Muse (For Vivian Maier) Poem by Thomas Hooker
Forgotten Muse (For Vivian Maier)
Privately taking a chance,
being creative takes risk
no illusions of being exposed,
no respect, some babies were
made to be seen, normally
they cry out to be heard.
Not me, I'm a spy with kindred
spirits going to the grave, forgotten
misunderstood, alone with my spirits,
just pictures at an exhibition.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creative,forgotten,life,respect
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Poem for Vivian Maier, unknown photographer
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