HandA Poem by E.J. Waling
Hand
on the wall, creation complete. Mouth full of pigment, sprayed on the hand. Artist signature for the eons to observe. I was here the artist shouts out. You don’t know who I am, but, I was here! We know not who the artist was. But we know the meaning of the hand on the wall. The hand on the wall. We do so still! © 2018 E.J. WalingReviews
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2018 Last Updated on June 6, 2018 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |


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