It runs through my head at certain moments and I feel it relates to all the artists out there who are extremely talented, but unrecognized.
THE ABANDONED GREENHOUSE
Exhausted from watering the fruit trees
I lately stepped through the open door into the small greenhouse,
where in the shadow of the tattered blind lie the remains of the rare flowers.
Still, made from wood, cloth and wire netting stands the installation
Still, the twine holds the pale withered stems upright.
Bygone day's attention is still visible,
many a subtle touch.
Across the tented roof sways
the shadow of the common evergreens which,
living by rain have no need of art.
the lovely and sensitive are no longer.