Painting Autumn, A Process Poem

Brushes at the ready, Add some luscious greens, Blending all together, Building up the scene, Add some drying grasses, A touch of bare now things, Now some color splashes, The Autumn changes bring, A bit of brown on edges, The bleed softens the trees, A water color painting, Nature’s changes freeze. ————— This isn’t aContinue reading “Painting Autumn, A Process Poem”

Eye of Mine, A Stream of Conciousness Poem

Drawn by my hand, Scratched in the sand, Cast forth some lines, This eye of mine, Starts to emerge, Now on the verge, Makes quite a scene, What does it mean, Place to begin, From deep within, Just trace them now, Get lost some how, Into the task, Reveals the mask, Of who you are,Continue reading “Eye of Mine, A Stream of Conciousness Poem”