STEEMIT: Art No. 34 / POEM: WET
Behind the post
The glass is wet
Who we are
Splatters and sets
Is it self-destruction?
Is it creation?
Is it genocide?
Is it birthing nations?
It is citizens with freedom
Chaining words
Where all can see
Each word preserved
Notes:
This poem summarizes my feeling of steemit. It takes a bit of madness to keep posting. Day after day. Week after week. Without knowing the exact outcome.
For me, I like having some record of what I’ve made through the year. As a curator, this is my favorite place for consistently good content.
Awesome ! You are talented
beautiful art and poetry. Did you do the art work? I love it. So nice!
I feel the same way about Steemit! Thanks for sharing your poem!
That is a great poem :)