THE OBSCURE ARTIST
These beautiful ridges,
And the high mountains.
Those colourful bridges,
Although the connection is uncertain.
Who drew them?
What inspires him?
This deep blue water,
Into which these rivers drain.
The way clouds scatter,
And brings down the rain.
Who paints them?
What stimulates him?
The gentle rustle of leaves,
The fear-striking thunder.
The soothing music of waves,
Causes the listener to wonder
Who composes them?
What encourages him?
These rounded pebbles,
And those with different textures.
The weathered and shaped boulders,
And those with different colours.
Who sculpts them?
What entices him?
Ramkryp
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It's a nice poem, Ramkryp. I am curious about the title and your use of the word "obscure" (not discovered or known about; uncertain). " This attribution of 'self' to the four rhetorical questions makes me feel as if you, the author, know the answer/identity/motivation of "him" but that I, your reader, am not privy to this information.
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