PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

(for Teresa)





Do you remember those trance-like states

that used to invade your mind

each time you picked up a pen or a brush?

It was almost like a rising sun

and you smiled because somehow you knew

the secret meaning of things.



It was never in any words or images--

those were just a camouflage

for something greater, something

beyond all words and pictures.



It was a simple act of breathing,

of being alive, of having to prove

absolutely nothing to anyone

that made you happy--

a simple stroll through the woods

or the fragrance of wild flowers,

the sea foam and the sand

on your bare feet, as you watched

the sky full of wonder.



No, you were never called a poet

or an artist then--

you were just an observer,

absorbing all the beauty

with those childlike eyes of yours.



And you never worried about writing

or painting a thing,

simply enjoying just being who you are.

For there is no greater masterpiece

than awakening to a brand new day

and feeling truly alive.



February 9, 2004