Passion

A poem about a few of the passions in my life.

Back and forth as the rhythm makes you jump.

Dancing to the music moving, spinning,

The beat catches as the tempo speeds up.

You get lost in the sound and the beating.

 

In many ways painting is similar.

Into a new world you start to advance,

The brush creates something spectacular.

The colors draw you into their own wondrous dance.

 

New words flow from voice and ink, free,

Spinning a reality of their own.

What you want but not always what can be.

Giving words to something, their life they loan.

 

Different ways to illustrate what’s in the heart.

Though the view of things sometimes obscure.

Creative thoughts form majestic art.

And the meaning always pure.