What is poetry and art, really?
Does it have to have rhyme and reason?
Or, can it simply be an extension of me.
My soul’s expression of this season.
Expression not perfection.
That is the key.
To be in the moment…
Permit yourself to be happy.
Allow the words and colors to flow
on the page in front of you, below.
There need not be any haste.
Take your time…do not waste…
any moment with fear.
Embrace the now, my dear.
The page is our own
to make, create
With our words we can weave
anything upon one’s mind to leave…
our own expression…
Of our heart and of our soul.