Call it art – a poem of a confused mind

If this isn’t a poem
Then let it be art
He pulls things together
And tares them apart
He causes chaos in the tidyiest minds
He leaves the past and future behind

The light from above
The colorful dark
If this isn’t love

Then let it be art.

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2 thoughts on “Call it art – a poem of a confused mind

  1. I must say that I love the repetition, the way you did it gives some sort of power to the poem’s point. It seems there’s a deeper meaning to this, certainly deeper than I can understand. The last four lines are fit beautifully together and are easily my favourite. Fantastic poetry!

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