Saturday, March 28, 2015


Sitting with my Lap Top
I Wonder what to say
Exploring ways of thought
To create poetry in some new way.

I think it's getting near the time
To move away from conformity
But rime has been the way of mine
Except I have a growing curiosity.

I find it hard to leave the path
Sitting here thoughts proceed to rise
I want to stop and start to laugh
And tears begin inside my eyes.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

The Journey with Flowers

As I use my brush
I hear the water rush
Getting all those flowers
Took a number of hours

As I think of this river's path
My fingers help the flower's laugh
With  the landscape
I learn my artist fate

Monday, February 9, 2015

Waiting for the Spring

As I sit here by the grass
And look into the sky
The daylight seems to pass
With the sunshine in my eye

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

The Journey into Darkness

Life is full of questions
What we think of art
This one gives many opinions
You may not begin to start