Artisans In The Rain. Poem by Peter Vealey

Artisans In The Rain.

I`ve been listening to artisans
In the rain.
On a dry May spring
Nght.
The air is chilled, and the wine not
Conversations of plebians.
In a small town of nowhere.
Still, we strive to be
Important to somebody.
Artisans in the rain.
Don`t tell us, we need our pain.
We are striving for,
All but nobody,
Hears the call.

Friday, February 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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Strayed into this unusual picture in my mind.
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