I Am the Artist of My Life
I Am The Artist Of My Life
Aloft the hills I sit
The world behind
The clear sky above
I, my master,
And my soulful thoughts
Reaching nothingness.
So what is this life all about?
I continued my journey
To reach my snowy summit
Before the birds return to their nestlings.
Perusing over the years fled by
Childhood simplicity
Had been ravaged
With growing up years.
Engulfed in the confusion of my direction
I wondered if I was on the right trail.
My staff in hand I swiftly changed my direction
I left behind the scrubby slopes midst firs and yews
And magnetically moved toward an unknown destination.
An invincible call beckoned me to the laughing sunny maples
Breathlessly I quickened my pace and Lo Behold:
I was standing in a painted valley of flowers
Hanging in the heavens by God's invisible chains.
Rose bushes and wild strawberries accompa'kknied me
While the amaranthine rhododendron clusters smiled from afar
The fields were perfumed with paradise pink orchids and azure poppies,
The snowy daisies, lavender bell-flowers and rusty marigolds
Carpeted the valley floor with the humming bees and hopping lime butterflies.
The myriad colours brushed the fragrant carpeted hills
For acres and acres, casting their magic spell by
Scintillating my life and clearing my doubts and confusions of
Who am I? What is this life all about? What am I doing here?
I am what my name symbolises! I am the power!
I am the spirit! I am the creator of my own life!
I am the artist to paint my life in all its prismatic hues.
May 15, 2016
For Chris Teas
(January 2, 2015
Conest: One Of Your Best Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack)
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