Metered verse from novice hand,

Can any Art, called Good or Pure,

Be found within the Heart of Man?

Stuttering, stammering expressions of existence

Incomplete, inexperienced, vocabulary bland,

Fingers grip hard, though sloppy and clumsy,

Push words onto pages and wonder,

“Could this be poetry?”

Stories of morals, great victories, and glories

Lack clear plot & cohesion;

A disappointed architect, scattered blueprints with no foundation.

Prose is far away.

How then, do I communicate Truth, Love, & Beauty?

Can a pen be a sword, or a weapon a remedy?

Could this be poetry?

And despite the deceptive mundanity

Can I convince you of the sublime?

That the divine we know in part

lies just behind the foggy mirror?

How I wish that this was Art.

And were all my observation flawed

may I be granted reprieve from God,

Express the True a little clearer,

   and in rhyme?

And be it true that Rhyme is Reason,

then partial rhyme is partial heathen.

And despite my apparent mundanity

   I pray this may be Poetry.

As an artist in the visual field I like to explore all kinds of "Art" I've painted, pasteled, and sculpted clay so now I'm trying my hand at writing seriously for a bit. I love it all, although my family doesn't care for my painting and clay or papier mache' because I am a total mess in them! Truly it's in my hair and everywhere!! Lol! But I am having fun, it is carefree and I don't take it so serious.

Writing is a little different for me, I tend to be more honest, try to be more gentle, I don't want to ruffle feathers. But I very strong opinions and tastes. I did not have an angelic early life, it was less than normal. But I have learned great lessons to help younger people who may be suffering as I did so I write for them.

I try to give those who need it advice that doesn't sound like I told you so. No one wants to hear that.

I don't have much schoolin' but life taught me hard lessons.

Like you find out who your true friends are when your four month old is having brain surgery and no one shows up at the hospital to suport you because what you do for a living ain't Christian. But at church they're all smiles and concerned. Right.

Never judge a book by her cover folks.

But yes I just thought I'd give this a try.