Swirling in mists of despair
In eternal anguish of repair
Judged and condemned
Soul-less and devoid of merry
A thick soup without hurry
Forgotten souls left to rot
Of their provenance, we care not
©Vivian Zems
Image by Jasric
Swirling in mists of despair
In eternal anguish of repair
Judged and condemned
Soul-less and devoid of merry
A thick soup without hurry
Forgotten souls left to rot
Of their provenance, we care not
©Vivian Zems
Image by Jasric
November 12, 2017 at 6:41 pm
Well done! You became the painting’s voice!
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November 12, 2017 at 6:53 pm
Thanks, Deborah 😊
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November 12, 2017 at 6:43 pm
Beautiful – and the painting fits so well!
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November 12, 2017 at 6:53 pm
Thank you😊
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November 12, 2017 at 6:46 pm
I agree that painting is the perfect accompaniment to your poem. I love the flow and the atmosphere
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November 12, 2017 at 6:50 pm
Thank you😊
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November 13, 2017 at 12:00 am
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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November 13, 2017 at 1:51 am
Thank you 🙂
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November 13, 2017 at 5:26 pm
I really,like this one Vivian. It paints anpucture in a very atmospheric way.
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November 13, 2017 at 7:07 pm
Thank you😊
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November 13, 2017 at 5:53 pm
Brilliant one👌
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November 13, 2017 at 7:05 pm
Thank you😊
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