Poem: Abstract

The Hand That Feeds You

Abstract

You have become an abstract painting,
always the same, yet
always something different to everyone
who bothers to watch.

Most pass by.

About this poem. 

Strange dreams last night. Strange poem this morning. But somehow, I think there is some truth in it.

The drawing is one of mine, titled “The Hand that Feeds You”.

Tom

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