This poem is
written in collaboration with my friend Mary from Romania. It forms the third
piece in #Collaboration_Month
The Bilge Master
There is a painter,
In a dilapidated
room
From his
hands
New worlds appear;
They hide funny things
New worlds appear;
They hide funny things
And he paints
holding a brush and palette
He tells a bitter truth
in some of his works
In others he breathes life,
I watched him talk to me
He tells a bitter truth
in some of his works
In others he breathes life,
I watched him talk to me
Through his
art
And started to understand
His thoughts,
With all these raw emotions exposed
In the paintings
And started to understand
His thoughts,
With all these raw emotions exposed
In the paintings
And I wondered how
such genius
Could even exist
amongst us mortals
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