Creativity

Sitting with my Lap Top
I Wonder what to say
Exploring ways of thought
To create poetry in some new way.

I think it's getting near the time
To move away from conformity
But rime has been the way of mine
Except I have a growing curiosity.

I find it hard to leave the path
Sitting here thoughts proceed to rise
I want to stop and start to laugh
And tears begin inside my eyes.

The Journey with Flowers

As I use my brush
I hear the water rush
Getting all those flowers
Took a number of hours

As I think of this river's path
My fingers help the flower's laugh
With  the landscape
I learn my artist fate

Waiting for the Spring

As I sit here by the grass
And look into the sky
The daylight seems to pass
With the sunshine in my eye

The Journey into Darkness

Life is full of questions
What we think of art
This one gives many opinions
You may not begin to start

Where in the Hell Am I

Yes the sky is both white and blue
But I can see nothing else well
I'm sitting here wondering what to do
Am I on my way to Hell

I will use my courage and fly up high
Surely I am not the only bird
Others will come when they hear me cry
Getting into the painting is really weird

I'm a Happy Little Duck

I am a happy little duck
As blond as I can be
In water I am never stuck
I'd like to go to sea

I wander in an out of water
I really love the Sun
It's force makes me hotter
And I'll always hide from guns

I am A Happy Puppy

As I sit thinking about my life
Many dogs deal with strife
I've had a very happy family
They love to stop and play with me