Saturday, March 16, 2019
The Scream (London - 1994) Comments
Rating: ★5.0
I hold my spectral, skull like head
In desperation and unleash:
A gut wrenched scream for sanity;
O it's an empty debt to faux liberty!
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8/3/2025 3:04:06 PM # 1.0.0
The painting by Edvard Munch (The Scream) immediately came to mind as I read this. Your poem exudes a passionate pleading for something lacking in your life, something to help you make sense of life. Excellent writing.
Thanks Lorraine...this is an old poem from 1994...slightly reworked. I was living in London at the time and very apprehensive about my future...thankfully things have now worked out. Also I'm nearing the end of a fascinating on line modern art course via Oxford University and am covering The Scream for my final assignment...consequently I thought I'd dig out this poem...thanks once again...much appreciated!