Finding the poetry inside
It's a beautiful day. I might paint out on the patio again. Acid Rain is another artsy experiment from the other day.
On days when my brain is mushy, but I'm still inspired to create, I write found poetry. I've been doing this so much lately that it is becoming ingrained in my habits. Much better than wasting away in bed when my head hurts!
A friend of mine gave me several pages from a book to play around with. Finding some good stuff on occasion.
shade of beauty
my heart is spirit made bright by angels
hear the chime
my ear; wild sound
swollen, strong, sweeping
the sleep song
sweet on the air the shadows greet
winds moan deep in the night
the rose alone kissed sacred clay
his world to bless