The expressionist is like an ancient woman,
A goddess of language.
She shapes the fabric of modernity unperturbed by retrospect.
Undefined by superficialities and plastics,
She infuses meaning into words Herculean.
So the expressionist doeth and sayeth,
The common and taken for granted by humanity,
Into new light and the necessary.
It is said the expressionist is hypersensitive selfish,
Master to a set of rules and expectations.
Denouncing the impudence of the brazen, shallow gauche.
Her perception only permits for her to perceive,
And the naming of that perception is for her to claim.
The expressionist waits for no one to decide for her,
All the imaginations of the universe to uncover.
In any age, people wait and chase the expressionist.
Only the expressionist remembers for them,
What they have lost and long for.
The expressionist concentrates on the finest moment of the second.
It will pass her, but she has received the emblazoned fact.
Her gentle strength follows an order,
Her unspoken speech implores the conscious.
-Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.