When I’m sad, I write poetry.I, not a poet, love poetry. It needn’t be sad,Sometimes it’s happy or mad,Not always tethered to the gloom,But a garden, where flowers bloom.When I’m sad, I write poetry,Though it’s not my forte.I much prefer a journal or essay,Sited, researched arguments to convey,Or, perhaps, novels and books,Where readers love even … Continue reading When I’m sad

Muse, I want… To write and paint, sing and dance, To let go of life’s restraint, and take a chance, To embrace all life brings,Succumbing to the finer things. But I cannot. I sit before a canvas white,Palette of colors once bright, Now abandoned, void of hues.Brushstrokes falter, as misery ensues. Muse, oh, fickle lover!Inspiration … Continue reading Writer’s Block

You're an artist?How come I never knew?after years beside you?You're an artist? No, I don't expect to be your muse,But I will get you the supplies to use.I don't want to give you grief,I just want to see what's hidden beneath,The mask of a smile you wear in for others,The wall of joy that smothers.You're … Continue reading Masterpiece