An Artist’s Musings

Creativity an artist’s musings
For the writer a driven need
Moving forward toward the unknown
Facing demons in anger’s rage
Fire’s brightness lights are burning
Keeping darkness at constant bay
Are we safe now
Seeking out our yearnings
Will the answers come out to play
Or will frustration be our companion
Until it’s our time to fade away.

© jk 2013

purple raining lady (c) jk 2014

purple raining lady (c) jk 2014

“The Journey”

“The Journey”

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.”

― Mary Oliver

“When it’s over…”

“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

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