AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

 

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.

SILENCE

SILENCE

In a world of noise
Where no one is heard,
We could use some silence.
A bit of quiet.

Take a step back
And be quiet.
Watch for the response.
See the surprise.

For silence can convey
What words cannot.
A feeling or a thought
To be lost in words.

Don’t be afraid
To make your stand.
To be different.
Refusing to mouth inanities.

Be a breath of fresh air
In the violent storm.
Standing strong and silent
In the wake of it all.

IMAGINATION

Imagination is alive.
It is a part of us.
An important part.
Never to be ignored.
Never to be forgotten.
A right of its own.
A need to be carried on.
Listen to it.
Nurture it.
Respond to it.
But never, ever ignore it.

A SNOWY DAY

Paradise is within our grasp.

Within our environment.

Within our homes.

We just have to stop,

watch, and listen.

It could be as simple

as a snowy day.

Or as complex as

a large family.

Enjoy the happy season.

Have fun in the snow.

Appreciate your family.

Paradise is within our grasp.

RED SKY

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The sky is angry.

Its face is turning red.

It’s not happy.

It might shriek thunder.

It might rain tears.

It might turn its hair on fire.

Wait.

Watch.

Listen.

The sky is in command.

It will show its wrath.

INVISIBLE

travelbinge:</p> <p>Bark owl by Henrik Hugnell</p> <p>Do you ever feel like this owl?<br /> Blended into your environment so well<br /> that people don’t notice you?<br /> You might be talking<br /> but no one is listening.<br /> The owl wants to be invisible.<br /> And sometimes I’m invisible too.

travelbinge:

Bark owl by Henrik Hugnell

Do you ever feel like this owl?

Blended into your environment so well

that people don’t notice you?

You might be talking

but no one is listening.

The owl wants to be invisible.

And sometimes I’m invisible too.