It’s the last day of National Poetry Month, so I thought I’d share a poem I wrote in response to my my trip to New Mexico earlier this month. Nothin’ serious – just a painting of my own.
The simple beauty of New Mexico
Woos me under the influence
To pick up a brush and paint.
To experiment with blending desert and sun.
But I’m no visual artist
(Simply romantically involved
With others’ portraits and abstractions).
paint with words-
hidden deep between pages of journals,
exposed for the world
that chooses to read.