Modern ArtA Poem by Kenaz"contemporary"Find me standing by this broken canvas, Contemplating the meaning of the shapes. I’m waiting for some painful realization, Afraid to leave without the meaning. Perhaps it is a lesson about ourselves? Maybe the artist cries for help? Someone walks up behind me, He stares for about three seconds, Lets out a simple “huh…” Then he continues on his way. Am I just too ignorant to understand? Or is this just a pile of bologna? © 2014 KenazAuthor's Note
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