8/17/2022 – make art for you

They say “make art for you”
Then tell you why your art
Is not good enough

8/16/2022 – to bring me peace

There is no stillness
Only movement
For the universe is not a boulder
And I not a stone

The cosmos breathe
As I breathe
And though in breath
I find stillness
It is but a movement
To bring me peace

My temper rises

At the evils of others

But nature beckons

For when I lose my way and tire
Of this world’s cruel designs
I lay my head upon your lap
And so at last can rest for just a while

Laid to rest

By the apple tree

Where you ran and played

Now you lie

And make the flowers grow

I have not a care
For the things that glitter bright
Give me but grey stone

I wish to dream of simpler things
Than what I see awake
To leave behind the muck that clings
And my solace does take

With a heavy heart
And eyelids like stones
And a head
Leaning for want of a bed
Of moss

I lay down upon
The forest floor
And stretch out my limbs
Till they penetrate the earth
And drink its bounty

And after a long while
That heaviness
Is lifted
And my spirit rises
To drink the sun

Soft grasses may grow
With bright flowers in between
But first it must rain

Within the soft scent of your hair
And the warmth of your skin
Within your voice upon the air
And your wisdom within

I find a kind of solace, which
The world so often lacks
A peace to pull me from the ditch
And back onto the tracks