by Dee Newman
Life begins and ends
In mystery – in between,
Lies savage beauty.
When absent, touch seems
To be as necessary
As air and sunlight.
Is art the effort
To create a different
Authenticity?
Should despicable
Acts and deeds be entitled
To escape disgrace?
Are we what we are
Because we are not what we
Could or should be?
Is a man wretched
Whose motives and actions make
His deeds infamous?
Do you know which is
The product of the other –
Drama or people?
Do all poems express
A mood or an emotion
Metaphorically?
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2 comments:
When absent, touch seems as essential as air and sunlight.....so true!
oops...mis-quoted you, but still the same meaning I guess.
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