Tortured Artist Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Tortured Artist
Black dog ascending
Full moon now rising
Emotion descending
Life condescending
Ups and Downs of Life But when we think of others strife Sometimes ours is not that bad..... However, your feelings are well presented in this poem and felt by the reader. The uselessness of it all......
As always, thank you for the poetic response, Sandra. And the beat goes on. And as we march to the beat of a different drummer, we conquer the uselessness of it all! !
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5/11/2024 8:43:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Richard, this one goes right to my favourites list. There is a great rhythm to this verse. There's a great, sly observation here, too. In a way, this is also about relationships. When something ascends, another element or thing descends. Life is a rhythm, life is a pattern. Nothing is static. Brilliant, Richard.
M.J., I am greatly honoured and humbled. Thank you so very much for your very insightful positive feedback. You really made my day! ! !