Too Old?

She is young,
this artist-self
celebrating discovery

He chastises enthusiasm,
this intellect-self, favours
logic over emotions

I use disability as an excuse
Accept intellect’s restraints
Ignore encouragement
Refrain from submitting
Halter progress

Youth has ambition
her paint spattered hands
grasp at opportunity –
her tender heart
emits a joyful tune..

…but age,
having abandoned ambition,
is hard of hearing.

(Art mine)

Colourless Expressions

Consciousness commands
a shift of focus –
tired of the clash of colours
stimulation overload –
my muse is leaning towards
the nuance of black and white

A study of shadows
and shading
and how light
arouses the soul

Speak to me in subtleties
she whispers
in tones suggestive
of hidden depths;
I am listening

And so I submerge myself
clear the palette of vibrant hues
and take up the lowly pencil
seek the promise
in colourless world.

(Colourless Expressions first appeared here August, 2020. Art mine)

Stolen Identity

The woman currently abiding
within this costumed realm
is merely a lethargic version
of the once vital but oppressed
Miss, whose identification
was stolen by means of
unsolicited adversity.

The focus of this recanting
is to invite a perspective
that not only restores, but
aids in the teaching of other
shadow-selves, that to reassert
original nature is more than fair.

(A quirky rant for Reena’s Xploration challenge: a stolen identity ; and Eugi’s weekly prompt: shadows. Art my own)

Open To Healing

Open to healing –
create a space for inspiration
delve into the subconscious

Enter with pure intentions
ignore limited capabilities –
no offerings are meager –

Embrace new starts
with faith in ability –
be spurred into action

Self holds the answers
creative expression is key –
no expertise required.

(Open to Healing first appeared here in August, 2015.
Edited for this post. Art my own)

Passionate

I am woman
questing…

a warrior
slashing bonds
of painful past

an aerialist
balancing strife
with fleeting bliss

a she-reptile
shedding distrust
in vulnerability, growing

I push through
the tangled maze
of personas, seek a truth

that frees my spirit
and roots my essence
into blessed being

For I am woman
with a quest…
striving on…

(Art my own. I call her The Mother Tree)