To My Artist Friend

You inspire me
To be inspired again.
Your paintings intrigue
And your titles amuse.

Your prolific creativity
Spurs me
To relocate my lost joy
And reclaim personal absurdity.

I'm still wandering a bit confused,
Shedding old responsibility
Like a much loved, but outworn,
Pair of old shoes.

Your colors, shapes
And playful words
Guide me back
Toward my neglected, sad muse.

Thank you
For keeping the art alive
And reminding me what fun
It is to run barefoot

In the odd recesses
Of the creative mind.
And maybe find
A like-minded friend along the way.

~K

Publishing poetry

I have decided to take all of my poetry off of this blog in the hopes that I can find publication. I have found a few places that have accepted some of my poetry, and I am excited to be awakening, or acknowledging the poet that has always lived inside of me. Perhaps I will share now and again just for the shear joy of watching the words paint themselves across the empty page. Love and Light.

~K

Stream

Unconscious mind speaks in limited images. Illusion of self. The pity party has to end. This is not me. I got caught in my own trap and forgetting how to fly, built my own cage. Where is the love? I can't find it anywhere. It is not within or without. I am without much hope now, pretending this thing I live matters. It doesn't, except in the simplest ways. My responsibility tethers me. I long to run into the desert and sing down the moon. A place where no one knows my name. A place where I can be anyone I want to be. This is not me. It is a delusion, a spectacle of everything I abhor. I am stuck within this giant unhappiness, chipping away at the walls. I built them, but how do I tear them down? How do I find a love that is buried so deep I can't begin to know where to look?

One day at a time. Baby steps.