THE CUTTING PROW

This poem was more like a story to me. Describing the part of a life of an old crippled man who enjoys painting, and was a former artist. Since he was wheelchair ridden he couldnt really paint the way he wanted. So he started cut shapes out of anything and seemed to create a sort of collage. As for the end, the scissors became his master tool instead of a paintbrush or pencil and the sound affects were the only sound you heard as he worked so it was emphasized as an important aspect of his work. I really enjoyed reading it and I wonder what happened before and after this point in his life.