My husband is the one I write about below.
There is nothing more beautiful to me than a sensitive soul and he is certainly one.
"The Writer" He is the writer of beautiful songs he strokes out my passions from evening till dawn he weaves through my memories and the playground of life settles my balance and evens my tide.
I am an artist, I have a zillion mood swings, I feel everything deeply.
Sometimes I let my moods go into "Darkness" and feel that too.
I maintain though that it is impossible to paint or sculpt emotions without feeling them intensely.
Sometimes I must admit I need to stand back from the "Darkness" lest it become my world.
"Darkness" Uneven ...
the glow a glow ...
supposed a tool shown to mystery guests and traveling pests.
Unraveled in harvested moons your tunes wrestled tunes yet oh ...
my captured wounds.
I wrap them around cellophane hearts a tour ...
be proud somehow lost in a crowd glasses high toast to the note-cards that sort out my mind against hypocrisies I sort out my mind ...
in the end PS There are days of unregistered rhymes and they seem to be advancing upon undying darkness.
From "Darkness" into the light I guess that is what the next poem tells.
Ahhh the moods of an artist!One day eating chocolate and watching romantic movies to the next dayfeeling the dark side.
Ahhh I love it!Feeling and seeing and putting it all down on canvas or forming images in clay.
Without emotions we would be boring I think.
What Changes Us? What makes us decide 'one day'..
..
that 'this day' we will do better? 'This day' we will smile on everything as if we were seeing it for the first time.
'This day' we will take time out for our own selves.
'This day' we will climb that emotional mountain that seemed inconceivable 'yesterday'.
'This day' we 'will' do what we had only 'hoped' we would do 'before'.
'This day' we will FLY.
BE PROUD!