Poem for The Day..little early | Arthritis Information

Renoir

Here the pallet lies so still.

Each stroke in amazement of the muse.

Waiting for life

from you.

Amber comes in the brilliance

of a hair

an eye lash

a tear.

Draperies are your canvas.

Colors intertwining in the spectrum.

Soft as sheep wool.

I listen to…

Two Girls At The Piano,

feel the red velvet,

Think of you.

Cinda

Are these new poems or are you writing them daily?Some are old but most is new. I write everyday.I enjoyed this one too. Do you feel more inspired when you are happy or sad?Both. I have happy poems and very sad poems. It depends on my mood at the time. Gosh I love writing!I used to write as a teen but my father found and read my journal and it contained such deep personal entries that I so did not want anyone to see that the desire to write went right out of me. I never wanted to be caught with my pants down so to speak again.

Over the years I have sometomes writtten during periods of sadness but as of late when I feel sad I feel immobilized. I feel like I don't even have the energy.