Can art go on art;
Laying on it like a lover?
One inspiring the other,
romantically entangled,
but no romance to handle?
Would the art be part of the other art;
like one piece of the whole is the heart?
It would supply life,
living as section,
being whole by being only a part.
This is just a fast little poem, but I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think.
I just found an interesting top search for this blog, so will be doing a poem inspired by, “may be am not the one for you .”
Maybe I am not the one for you.
Maybe you are not the one for me.
Maybe you are nothing but a dream,
wanting me to wake.
Yet, I open my eyes and see your face.
You are standing right in my happy place.
You showed me it and told me to come.
Yet, you are not the one.
My one will come
and I did wish you were him.
Now, I wish I did not make that wish.
I know you do not see the possibility,
so maybe I am not the one for you
and maybe you’re not the one for me.
Yet, I wished the wish
and it’s now flying on the stars.
I can not reel it back in,
even though I try.
You opened my eyes,
and now I can’t stop dreaming.
You welcomed me in to your happy place
and it became my mine.
Still, maybe you are not the one for me.
Maybe I am not the one for you.
You know it’s really interesting, when I see something on the search and  it winds up being something I needed to write. So, thank you who ever searched for that.
I know this is posting during the day, but I am writing it at night so bear with me or wait until it’s night to read it.Â
Inspiration push
one more poem
one more rhyme
before my brain runs out of time.
Please shine your light
for one more minute
just for one more writing
so that I can call it a night
The day was long
yet I want just one more poem
pushing myself to meet my goal
of one more
because I always want one more.
So push on inspiration
come close muse of my mind
dance out one more poem
sing out one rhyme
until we are out of time.