She is the Flow

She could explain beauty to a flower
She is that amazing

But, dare she
appreciate
the many twists and turns
on the limbs of this tree?

With her I take my comfort
knowing that
when I stop
and talk to the ants

that she might stop
and talk to them with me

Understanding
the true and precious nature of ants

and that they are wonderful communicators
not to mention
good friends to have

Her acceptance of me
disarming

Getting to know her
a joyful gift

Unexpected
like the word
“Sugarbuns”

I take delight in my own handwriting
knowing I write for her

because she is
the Flow

And once you know
the Flow…

that’s all
there ever really is

to know

© 2009

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

As a poet, musician and artist… this one has special meaning for me.

Love’s Labour Lost

My muse speaks
So I must obey her

She mentions things 2 me
and they come

She whispers
and I am moved
beyond her words

She smiles and I weep
in her beauty

I give myself 2 her

and she delivers me
2 creativity

like a mother
delivers a baby

© 2009

photo credit to Artwerk

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky