Hearts are thrown at Strangers aren’t they?

 

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Splattered on a canvas

Scrawled on a wall.

Art

Is just

A husk of form,

Without the artless agony

Of daily life:

The strangled scream

And the carving knife.

 

 

Guernica Pablo Picasso 1937

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Don Matthews

Sun 18th Aug 2019 04:59

John - you've got it. I fall asleep half-way if a poem's too long.

(So why have I seen you sometimes writing great long rhymes Matthews?.....😏).....No comment.

Seriously, poetry is an art, and to me, it's skill lies in encapsulating an idea in as few words as possible. Which is why I like clever haiku.
You should write more short ones John. Challenge the thinking reader.

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John Marks

Sun 18th Aug 2019 00:55

Cathy, Keith and Tom. I've finally cracked this poetry malarky: the fewer the words the more the praise. Is that it?

Seriously thank you very much for noticing the verbal graffiti.

John.

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Vautaw

Sat 17th Aug 2019 04:41

Sometimes reading your poems is like looking at a Picasso or Rembrandt. Exquisite art for the ages. 💖

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keith jeffries

Thu 15th Aug 2019 21:49

John,

two very different portraits of life with the most appropriate words to compliment them.. Quite extraordinary.
Thank you

Keith

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Tom

Thu 15th Aug 2019 21:48

Love this John, pure excellence!

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