A Poem by Charlotte Thompson

A poem of mine about opening up to other's art and views. Because a wise man can entertain a thought without accepting it. Once again, a personal philosophy.

The artist feels the hand of another. But without the sense of touch, they're will be no other. There may not even be the artist. Blind to others is to be blind to yourself. So, get over it, and get your feelings off the shelf. Cause where you dwell could be hell, if you can not hear the art of others.

© 2011 Charlotte Thompson

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Added on June 11, 2011
Last Updated on June 11, 2011


Charlotte Thompson
Charlotte Thompson

Tampa , FL

I love poetry and proggressive rock music. I feel we need to move forward in the industry. Most my poems are related to most unthinkable situations and about those corner of your eye moments you exper.. more..