It is I upon worn
rubber tire soled
leather sandels
whom has fallen
so far behind
I've felt the sense of victory
Me with needs of travel
and blood
in the pit of my stomach
crossing the red stones
of Sedona
searching for words and image
to cover canvas
white as clouds uninterrupted
feasting on night dream
of success
only to awake empty
The ripe smell of sweat
to drive me away
from myself
in search of
inspiration and peace.
2 comments:
This is sad to me. An artist capable of creating beautiful things,yet unable to find the inspiration to do so.Keep looking it will come.
Hey Japhy, Glad to see you lost your crutch's. jd
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