Thomas Hooker

Forgotten Muse (For Vivian Maier) - Poem by Thomas Hooker

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Poem for Vivian Maier, unknown photographer

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

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