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.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
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
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
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
What we think of art
This one gives many opinions
You may not begin to start
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