Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Play to pass my day
Come sit on my couch and enjoy the ride.
For we are off to find the tide.
To paint a picture with words is an art form that not many possess.
The pen is the paint . The paper a canvass. The words are ART.
Some can write with poetic rhymes.
Neither rhyme nor reason is needed as long as the words sing.
They need to envelop your thoughts.
Details that flows and captures your mind are the best kind.
For I love to open a book and swallow it whole.
I can envision a place with detail and grace.
A magical story, a historic tail.
Oh but what about a whale ?
Did we fail. to set sail ?
Will it need to make since? Or just entertain my brain. Hum !
It must take hold and grab me right away.
That amazing story, will only take one day.
If it rambles ,it is not for me today.
It must take you to the stars and back in a snap.
Is it a faerie tale or a book of scary thoughts. A biography or a fantasy?
Magic is in all words that take hold of your thoughts. As long as the story flows. Who knows where you may go. A trip to the sea and day's in the mountains.
Far away lands, near by country side. Let your mind slide, on a snow bank. Maybe float on a cloud till you drift off to sleep. Oh what calm and peace.
Where will this go. I may never know. It rambles and rimes and kills time.
But it may make since some day for now it is just play to pass my day.
Have a wonderful day and remember to laugh and play.
We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. - George Bernard Shaw