Art Class
I joined to explore creative ways
to use my tool box of methods
when overwhelmed with stress
and get off my roller coaster ride.
I create masterpieces at all hours.
There is no judgment made
about my stick figure drawings
or colour schemes, choice of words or
the accidental smears on the canvas
from my tears—a perfect alibi for
personal events that appear
and demand markers, paper, glue and scissors.
These go a long way to keep me busy,
let me breathe, make me feel grounded.
I complete the eight classes with new skills,
new friends and opportunities.
A Time for Growth
I add water
and patiently wait
for the dirt pellet to expand.
Using my finger
I poke a hole
to place the sunflower seed
in a strategic place.
Afterwards I cover it
with dark earth
to keep the seed
warm and cozy
until the time is right
and the transformed seed becomes
a large flower.
Animation
with you by my side
the world seems to hold
promise and happiness
my dream jar overflows
with thoughts, opportunities
i add consistently
i can do no wrong but nor take
advantage of your gentle nature
age is just a number
this makes it ok to laugh
just because, wear pyjamas
cause we feel like it
to eat ice cream before supper
to be different, to shop together
for our collectibles
and make plans to be
together again soon
Sojourn
Shadows fill the grey
darkness begins to creep over
The canvas is charcoal
with splash of light
The moon my gentle
guiding beacon just
As you are and I capture the
Beauty on the inside and out
This landscape full of love,
laughter, loss and life.
Blues
I get the blues when a sombre mood
wraps tightly around my thoughts
suffocating hopes like leftovers folded in plastic.
This is when I miss the twinkle of life,
the sapphires, cerulean skies,
the ever-lasting possibilities of laughter,
and my dreams turn into nightmares
and all the bad memories surface.
Sometimes it is hard to bear
the multitude of challenges
constantly trapping me
and I pray for a temporary reprieve.
At certain times
I feel as though I need an able-bodied sailor
to lend me an anchor to ground
myself and save me from
icy cold waves of despair.
The colours of my blues
are not always the same.
decadent shades lay claim to my mood
without making an appointment.