I am no REAL poet. I know this. I am not trained, my style is constant free verse. But I've found that words pick up where other art mediums sometimes leave off. I've always been an artist, a painter mostly, so I chose a painting of mine to use as an Avatar. My abilities to conjure words is amature at best, but I want to learn, and share. And, I enjoy writing so I've decided to risk the mocking or criticizing and post some of my thoughts for others to read. I'd love to hear if they enjoyed, or maybe even might have effected you. Thanks.
It is found at my center,
It acts as a reminder,
Of where I began,
Who I am from,
How it begins,
Was once an Innie
Currently more an outie
Forever the tether
and testament
to humble beginnings
And the parents that made me.
Painting, Sketching, Scribbling, Creating...
Sculpting, Imagining, Writing, Confessing...
Tattooing, the human canvas, the permanents...
Art, it's intoxicating benefits...
Rewards I get, from each attempt...
Art, it's countless mediums...
Free expression, emotions made physical...
How completely universal colors,
Shapes, textures each can be blended...
Art, it's ability to embrace...
to enhance, annihilate...
The ability in those that make them.