It has been what it has been
And I am proud of that yes
Fading my own way a path
A web a manner a means to
Which create write draw see
Put out, forth, into a surface
That within me reacting sooo
To my immediate environment
Knowing instinctively by gut
That which would and was so
Very immediately about to happen
Through my reacting to my settings
Something good, real, alive, true
To leave my, a bit of me, my heart
My soul my pilgrim wanderer here
There somewhere somehow, by my
Own believing means a trail a track
A commitment, contact, so quick so
Fleeting so lasting with such impact
I am proud , it has taken time
And now I must do equally to
Stop my fear, stop being afraid
I must show the outside world
That life all around me that has
Inspired me so and fulfilled me so
that which I have registered recorded
Reused on paper , in words, on canvas
Cardboard, many surfaces , shiny, dull
Matted, rough, smooth, coarse, crass
Just that which in ink, paint, watercolor
Pastel both oil and dry, magic marker,
The world through me, by me, 4 all 2 c!
BOO!it’s soon Halloween, let us Al
Not lose our sense of humor or of
Childish glee and wonder, joy and
Magic and mystery, fable and fantasy!
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