A Running Collection of My Poetry

1. On Artists

We are the giants

We are the Gods

We are the people who see beauty

And capture it for others

We use our spinning tongue

We use our reaching hands

We use our tapping feet

And every other kinetic piece

We can share our fears

We can share our loves

We can share our insanity

And those unnamed emotions because we find names

We think our minds

Are so insignificant 

But we see a million worlds

In a world everyone touches

An artist is an interpreter

But viewers are as well

And if we do our duty well enough

Every person finds a meaning