An Artists Dementia Poem by Phil Soar
An Artists Dementia
He relinquished his brush when his memory slipped away
Nothing to paint that he could remember
An artist with no purpose
An easel stand alone
In the corner of a studio a light has gone out
And no-one is at home
Friday, October 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,dementia
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8/25/2025 12:25:57 AM # 1.0.0
Quiet skilled the writing portraits many colors, first of which, the zed black tone of deep sadness due to the absence of light. Nice post. Thanks to the poet as an artist.