Sunday, July 21, 2019

Creatives


Creatives

Artists are  a lot like God
They come up to a great nothing
Blank and void and empty
They begin to see
They begin to draw
They begin to paint
Layers at a time
At any given point
You can hear the whispers from outside
“What is that?"
“That makes no sense”
And the ever present and inevitable, “Oooo, that is so ugly.”

Yet you are not done
You are not done at all

More tones, more colors, more light, more depth

A song, hummed in quiet peace
Artistry unfolds

Magic happens

When the finished product appears

There is nothing but awe in in the whispers

So it is with you

7/21/19 kdc

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Pressing



Pressing

I need to write
I’m not sure why
All I want is to touch the sky
Yet all I do is squirm through the earth
I don’t want to hear all the caterpillar metaphors
I see what happens to the earthworms
Food for birds
Drying out in the hot sun
Dying on the sidewalks
Eating, eliminating, pushing on, dying
This surely cannot be what this parable is all about
I try to scream, I’d like to shout
But the sound doesn’t go past my canines

I sit here and stare

I’d like to wonder,
But I sit here and stare

I hear the sounds of children
Running, playing, talking, meaningless chatter
But everything means everything to them
Maybe it should be that way with me
Instead of worrying what is worth my while
Coming to the conclusion that all is meaningless
Maybe I should assume all is worthwhile
Embrace it all with wonder
Even those things of dark charades

All of life is simply a game anyway
Except there really are no winners and losers
That’s why the whole thing is a great mystery
For those of us seeking nothing but answers
We swim in an ocean of disenchantment, disappointment

For those who simply love to live
They splash in rivers of delight

What is the secret to leaving night?

I forgive myself and all who have known me
All who have left me out to dry

I hear the sounds of splashing waves

7/18/19 kdc

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Resilience



 Resilience

Everything beautiful about you
Has been cut to the ground
The lines of the years now on your face
You feel like you are just one small disgrace
In a great big universe of order and shadow
But I see something
I see where everyone thought you were dead
Yet you are alive
You are branching out again
You are alive
You are wondrous

You are resilient