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Cheryl: jackson pollock and his personal life
by Andrew S Adams
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quietly, it is whispered
the words we wondered when they'd come.
but the twist,
you were speaking them.
it seems like your hair was falling into
place as the stars slowly alligned to
create the eclipse of one life in front
of another, and i was the one being blocked out.
and it feels like i've lost you,
the grip is perhaps something i'll
never gain again. and i should have
expected it; i just didnt believe it.
i was wrapped up in your words too much
to believe my common sense;
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and aimlessly i wander,
believing that
i will
never find
the remains
of this
modern art romance-
one that probably was minimally there,
but one we declared meant something important.
you were the painter of a piece i will never comprehend
one whose beauty i can not bring myself to deny.
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12/21/2003
Author's Note: this is probably the only thing i'll write that has anything to do with the breakup. so there.
Posted on 12/21/2003
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/21/03 at 10:22 PM great...this brought back wonderful memories of a lesson about Jackson Pollock in art class, my year as an exchange student in the USA. I don't think I ever totally understood his work..;all I remember was the fun we had copying his style...what a mess we made..hehehe |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 12/26/03 at 01:19 AM very lovely, very heartbreaking. Sometimes you don't need to write much, a little is enough to show how you feel. |
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