Edvard Munch did paint The Scream
He thought that this life was a dream.
Awakend to this way of thinking
Scared him so he started drinking.
As he thought this life was dreaming
A fearful man awake and screaming
On new canvas did arise
With twisted head and empty eyes.
Edvard knew he was not mad
He sensed the dream that he just had
Was no dream,instead was real
He painted him so we could feel.
So we could feel and know what’s true
That dreaming is a mental flue
Which moves us from a life of fears
He painted him with clutching ears.
So if you get to see The Scream
Remember that you’re in a dream
Reality is not that real
Edvards painting did reveal.
Oh if you get to see the scream. That would wake me up for sure. I enjoyed the poem;))
Bringing the reflections, the fears, and inner thoughts of this character is an interesting and somewhat chilling ride. Nice writing.
A fine poem for a fine artists, in my humble opinion he is one of a kind, sober paintings engaged with life love and death. Perhaps sometimes even poetic! Well woven!
Thanks for your kind words.