puddles

 The scene is water

 all around

 lots of puddles

 lots of mud

 what does it mean

 it is still

 except for a few

 ripples from the birds

 as they drink

 the water is brown

 the color of stability

 could that be true

 to find stability

 in brown water

COLORS

 White and yellow turn mellow

 before fading to gray

 How to keep a dream alive

 from day to day

 If I find the secret

 I will surely let you know

 There is hope all around

 if you never let it go

writing

 The thing I find most odd about writing is my writing journals.  I have lots of ideas so I jot them down, then when I go back to them, I think “did I write that”?

 This is one of those. It is from my school car line journal.

 Things look good today

 alternate between the before and after

 Is there something more

 waiting is the lesson

 patience with time

 follow the pathway

 stay in line

 Keep focused

New Painting

The dream is back

Oh, there you are all yellow and white.

 It is so good to see all of the light.

 Where have you been, did you go away?

 All I could find was a dull shade of gray.

 I’m your dream, I’m still here.

 You forgot about me.

 I had to wait for you to see.

 The gifts have been here for you all these years,

 they were hidden behind all the tears.

 Now paint, write poems, and help others to heal.

 You will shine. This time it is real!

 

the creations of God

 The sky is black and filled with stars

 do you know I put them there

 The morning is light because of the sun

 Did you know I designed it just for you

 Every thing I made I made for you

 Every ounce of creativity on Earth

 I have given to you

 stand back and observe

 take in everything

 do not rush do not rush

the lacking

 sometimes creativity hits a wall

 then I feel like I am going to fall

 the sadness can take over at times

 when I can’t think of anything that rhymes

 it leaves me without a place for the black

 a place to put it a way

the beauty

 It is a gift to notice the beauty

 The way a tree is formed

 The colors of the sky

 the way the clouds make shapes

 all pleasant to the eye

to be different

 I don’t know why

 when faced with a blank sheet of paper

 I choose to write sideways

 does this say anything

 the way I like things to be diffeent

 the way that I see

 to watch color

 to watch paint

 to try color schemes that mesh

 to see people for who they really are

 all different

a plan

 There is a plan

 a road to walk

 The way for me to go

 I haven’t found it yet

 since it is something YOU have to show

 Please keep me strong enough

 to withstand the pain

 In the end there’s nothing to lose

 and golden peace to gain