Hand
on the wall,
creation
complete.
Mouth
full of
pigment,
sprayed on
the hand.
Artist signature
for the
eons to
observe.
I
was here
the
artist
shouts out.
You don’t
know
who I am,
but,
I
was here!
We
know not
who
the
artist was.
But we
know the
meaning
of the
hand
on the
wall.
The hand
on the
wall.
We
do so
still!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2018 09:47
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Comments1
Not a fan of the formatting that you chose for this piece, however I am a fan of the words! Might I ask, are you referring to the prehistoric art on the walls of caves? I am quite fascinated with prehistoric art.
Hi Virago.
Yes with respect to prehistoric art. I use that format to focus on the individual words. Which can get lost in sentences and paragraphs I think.
Thank you for reading my work.
JG
I suppose for me it was the visual part but now that you point that out, I understand it. I am glad to read!
Please do check out my work and critique all you like!
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