In A Writing Mood

I'm in a writing mood
yet lack a subject matter.
Just to be understood
maybe I'll write a letter.

It could contain "I miss you"
or "Please come back to me"
maybe words like "I love you"
they seem meaningless to me.
It was over long ago
when we said good-bye.
The stars have lost their glow
up in that pitch black sky.
The moon was ours
you shared it with me
only now its very sour
when I look up to see.
To write a letter of love
I'd need to feel the passion
I'd need to be in love
but ours is out of fashion.

TeAnne © July 14. 1999

Writing Arts Sanity

I don't think
I am quite as serious
about my writing
As I am about my art.
Though writing will express
What my brushes cannot.

I can adopt a Pollock
or a Kandinsky attitude.
Hurl myself against a canvas
and call it Expressions, I and 2 .

By writing/painting what I feel
I can create a little rigid box
plant myself within the boundaries
and call myself accomplished.

Sometimes I am peculiar
I shouldn't be on display.
But then, all my friends
Are weird. This sets us
Apart from the 'norm'
Who declare they are sane.

TeAnne © June 12. 2000

In Need of a Literary Genie.

Basking in a Van Gogh landscape,
I am one of Shakespeare's players
in his world playhouse with a
Beethoven symphony booming.

'Roll over' the Beatles sang his praise.
Don paid homage to Vincent while
some try to emulate William.
It's like rubbing shoulders
with the departed, who really have not.

Hero worship because
I feel inadequate amid this
society of dead poets, painters,
writers and musicians who made it.
Happen.

TeAnne June 7. 2000

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