What really makes me proud,
About being able to write,
Speak without a sound,
It flows like a river,
When I open up my hands,
If I have something to talk about,
I don't need to make any plans,
When I see a scene,
As I walk about my life,
There is beautiful photography,
And I can snap it just right,
Mixing up my media,
My self released albums,
Book covers, posters,
Well formed fiction,
Excellent diction,
Colourful use of words,
Sense of humour a little absurd,
I may not be as popular,
As a generic page of prose,
Simple recyclings of other people's quotes,
A famous art work, or just a famous name,
So you're really great,
For learning copy and paste,
For these muffins you bake,
Right click and save,
That's ok, that's cool,
But what I love about this all,
Is I don't have to do that.
Soar beneath eclipses and clouds,
Shadow of the saint singing out loud,
Beauty and wisdom aligned in a dance,
Asleep in a dream the universal trance,
We are.
red door
what more
who for
not i
but i must
Rowan Blair Colver