Asylum In Art

By Jane Thissen,
UW Non-traditional student
 BA English University of Iowa


 what of the memories
blue fog we wedge away
resuscitate our sanity
calm magenta dreams

false innocence
battle the past
always our present
no holiday meals
no celebration, nostalgia
simply purple dread

what of the chronicles
we can’t recall
on purpose
lightning flashes a doctor
would dredge up

if we remember them
would we be artists
still brush orange, ink passion
or succumb to
asylum of bitter judgment

art is the process
of remembering and
of being someone else
being the same

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