How about I grace the interim with a little poetry?
Nothing wets the creative palette like a fresh barrel of ink
The lines I formulate find their way beyond the comfort of the page
Percolating; escaping; eventually materializing into the real,
So surreal in how they give me the warmest caress;
The warmest reassurance.
It is no surprise then
Why I happen to be my own greatest cheerleader,
I am continually astounded, dear reader,
Each time I feel I have scaled the horizon I believe to be the limitations of my mind
I am taken aback time and again when I see the illusion lift like a curtain,
Revealing yet another horizon, yet another step.
…… Yet another platform, to hoist me much higher.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: JoeyJazz
Shout-out to those that get the title 🙂
I sometimes put hidden clues in my titles pertaining to how I’m feeling. But I’m never sure if anyone sees what I’m going for lol