Show me what to draw with my crayons, oh Lord!
Lead the dance of my heart and feet!
If, people would see you in all my art
Then, my walk on Earth is complete
Art Credit: Lyla, age 6; March 2014
Dedicated to Lyla, who has never been afraid to be bold with her art, and Mom, who has never been afraid to be bold with her heart. Happy Birthday, today, epic ladies!
Thou art a figment
A Creator-created
Grand ideation….
Co-artist Credit: Tiger R. Age 6
If
Songstress
Eyes
Ignore
Illusion
Then
Hoping
Heartstrings
Feel
Confusion
This
Artist
Formerly
Into
You
Comes
Harder
Renamed
Singing
Anew
Put it all out there
Graffiti the walls of all the world with all the goodness you can possibly stuff into your every carbon footprint
Yes, your every breath
Send it marching onward, channeled outward
With unabashed hope
With unrealistic expectation, yet with none at all
Believe some force shall, some being must
Carry it all straightaway
To the doorstep, that heart of the other
Knock it will, but know
There may be no answer
But the walls, the world, the carbon, that doorstep
That heart
Needed your work nonetheless
So you remain the same
Conclusions
Drawing them
An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Mess-maker? Long-jumper?
Languish in the mire, undecided
Conclusions
Feeling them
Hold an evanescen t breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark
Beauty me up, artist
Swim through my day, my life
Whirlwind ’round the kitchen
In and out each room, each window
Lingering, busying
Leave no ion, yard, or garden of me unchanged
Then when my heart smiles, long last!
Teach me artistry
That I may take the torch
Still
The most fixed of hearts
Vision-filled
Blinded not
Having drifted into the paths
Of many
Too many
Oncoming realities
Sometimes
The most skilled oracle
Caution-filled
Gifted so
Cannot shapeshift the wills
Of we
Predestined we
Hope artists
We’re here bare-hearted
Smiles crumpled up in a kiss
What do you wish for
Art Credit, Tiger R., age 7
I… Draw me. Close your eyes. Lick your pencil tip. Now draw me. From memory.