Poetry Blog by Miranda Fegan (artists)
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no feeling o...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:23 pm
I need to buy tablet pen tips
Forty two hours since my last nap
Forty two thousand taps, scrapes,
And frustrated sighs
How much in sales today?
Can I sleep yet?
Is it enough?
How many strokes across digital canvas
To correct the damage done
One commission to the next
My heart left these works long ago
Onward, fingers, onward
Create the things they want to see...
Friday 24th November 2017 5:44 am