Terri Turrell

Rookie (03/09/1963 / Los Angelus)

On Self-Pity - Poem by Terri Turrell

I knew a man painted
in ochre and violet
by his own artistic hand
shadows of bruises
colored his thinking
until wounded
was all he became


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2009

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