I stopped ..not

another poem about breaks in poetry

I stopped but not..

I never do..I channeled it into colors and canvas and glue.

I stopped not.

I turned it into a conversation and meditation and even into a joke it was the language I spoke .

 it was the canvases that I painted and some saw it in the eyes of the dolls I made and in the pages of the book I was writing..because I stop not.

I never do..I wonder on in it , swim in it ..twist it through my hair  it's  omnipresent kind of there.

I stop not as poet as artist as friend

These are me I never end.

Naomi Montana walsh