It’s day 20 of art every day month. There is a chill in the air, steam rising from the earth, the vibrant colors of fall have turned grey. I have a question today, for all you wonderful creative souls. Are you doing the exact creative thing you want to be doing? I mean, do you want to paint but write instead? Do you want to write but cook instead? Do you want to sing but dance instead? Do you want to dance but sew instead? Are you circling around the thing you really want but don’t have quite the courage to really embrace your heart’s desire? Are you almost there but not quite? Or have you truly immersed yourself in your bliss? I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

A poem for today

Monday

I said I’d start on Monday

He said he’d stop on Monday

He said he’d stop on Monday

He’d stop eating tobacco

Smoking reflections

I said I’d start on Monday

I’d sleep in the piano

Live in an envelope

We said we’d start and stop on Monday

Fill soup bowls with moments

Train cases with seconds

Flower boxes with centuries

He said he’d stop on Monday

He’d stop walking on tigers

Flying in violins

I said I’d start on Monday

I’d read the space between rain

Swim in a sparrow’s dream

He said He’d stop on Monday

I said I’d start on Monday

Monday is just a dream

and a simple watercolor

 

Comments

[Julie Jordan Scott]

wow. so poignant is the poem.

so peaceful is the watercolor.

so grateful am I to be present here, with you.

[Julie Ann Shahin]

Beautiful beautiful beautiful!!!!!

xoxo,
ja
my blog http://julieannshahin.blogspot.com
aedm

[Silky Hart]

So much creative juiciness! Lovely watercolors and poem!

[susie]

Thank you for such a lovely watercolor and poem. Beautiful.

[rennata.wordpress.com]

your poem touched me. Thank you for sharing.