Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Why I Write, Part x+2: Inspiration, Perspiration, Social Frustration

Here's a sample, just a part
Of my simple, honest, from-the-heart
Expression of what one can gain
From exposure to the arts:

The printed verse
That pleased me first
Was as a gentle breeze,
When for so long,
the Gift of song
Had rocked & rolled to me.

The novel takes us on its
Many-paged journey, back
To where we were, but not the same.
And let's not forget that
Hand-made toys bring joy
To lucky girls and boys.

Most importantly of all,
the Painting makes
a Layered statement
Just hanging in the hall.

But should you find no audience who reads or sings?
The mystery of creation's still better than
That awkward, existential dance
Called "fitting in."

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