The Scream
When I first saw' The Scream': I froze,
Being numbed and transfixed,
At the sight of greatness.
Captured in bold strokes:
-The painter's inner demons?
-The torment of the worlds' psyche?
-Nature's recoil at man's destructive force?
-God's disbelief at his creation's callousness to others?
My thoughts were stunned by such imagery.
An image to haunt one's spirit!
Whatever it meant,
It held me spellbound.
Here is pain and suffering personified.
A scream that cannot be pacified.
Agony beyond compare!
Shaken, I bow my head,
At Edvard Munch's masterpiece.
(June 2002)
(June 2002)
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