Onward Artist

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

Exited

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 evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark

Torch

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

Village in Tibet

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