Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Freedom Rider

Sitting here at the computer
Looking out at the palm trees now
And its really too dark to see
The wet painting sits behind me

Parrot awaiting his feet
With too many dark circles
Under his eyes

I feel loved tonight for
No particular reason I feel
The darkness cuddles me
Paint colors dazzle me with pleasure

And I love
Doc Lovely, my friends, my Kids & progeny
The smell of oil paints and turps
Seeing my new body in the bathroom mirror

My sister, my cousin and so many, so much
I love
Thank you God for making me

........Lousy poetry, but I had to sing tonight....a bit, I did


Captain Karen said...

Not lousy, beautiful. Thanks for sharing that!

tweetey30 said...

yes I liked that. It shows how you are feeling unlike some poetry we are forced to read through our school years... This was amazing.

Candy Minx said...

very nice and postive gratitude...always a welcome sight!

Say It said...

Lovely. I adore those day/nights. They never come often enough though.