No Artist, No Poet

no Artist, no Poet Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez I am not an artist So, I doodle Play with shapes, colors Juxtapose Yet, I am no artist Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about Recognizable shapes, not what it seems Misunderstood at first glace Driven by a part of me you do not know I am not an artist So, I doodle Play with shapes, colors Juxtapose Yet, I am no artist Lines meet to reveal a thought Experience Fuel by what has been heard Watched Felt Syllables merge to form words, sentences Beliefs I am not an artist neither a poet So, I write Use words to paint my thoughts Yet, I am no artist nor poet Black book to grey notebook Symbols meet; apart by soft-hard covers Thoughts described Driven by the woman, teenager Childhood memories Stitch by a common thread Me, myself and I I am not an artist So, I doodle I am not an artist neither a poet So, I write Yet, I am no artist nor poet I am life’s fool Touch by moments of inspiration I am nature’s creation Design to loose and gain I am society’s product Branded by many labels Constricted, tormented by my “brothers” and “sisters” I am not an artist So, I doodle Play with shapes, colors Juxtapose Yet, I am no artist I am not an artist neither a poet So, I write Use words to paint my thoughts Yet, I am no artist nor poet Work in progress Life’s path Unfinished piece, lifetime work Brush strokes, wide-simple yet complicated Narrow path full of passion Torture Bristled brushes with primary colors Endless possibilities Motifs floating about I am not an artist So, I doodle Play with shapes, colors Juxtapose Yet, I am no artist Expressive words delineate motifs Continuous mark with an end To express what cannot be said Mumble within me without escape I am not an artist neither a poet So, I write Use words to paint my thoughts Yet, I am no artist nor poet I am life’s fool Touch by moments of inspiration I am nature’s creation Design to loose and gain I am life’s fool Touch by moments of inspiration