a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label Keith Harding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keith Harding. Show all posts

Sunday, August 10, 2014

I Looked And Looked...

Keith Haring 
For the prompt at Magpie Tales
Visit Tess and share a poem.
To be inspired.
I waited for the art
To shout
It's message
In black and white

Angels falling
People laying dead
Within fire
Riding the cross
Was the single
Wingless one

Did the joined circles
Mean eternity
Or the ring given
Mean a holy union
It's a maze to find your way
With a pencil lead

Could it be the hopelessness
Of the human condition
Did the artist mean to imply
Even with wings we fall
I am in the dark
So I delete
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