Pure Creation

"Breathe life into things," you say,
I'm an artist--how can I do anything else?
That's like telling a fish to swim,
A sparrow to fly.
As I breathe I dance,
As my lungs swell my fingers type,
Just as my blood pumps poetry spills,
I'm an artist.

"We create futures," you say.
Maybe you create futures,
As a conscious effort and thing,
I just see the future; and
Like you take your next breath, write it
I dance it, paint it, capture it with light;
I breathe life into the future and watch it form
Like frost on the window--a perfect slate
For drawing your perfect world.

For this is creation pure,
Pure and strong,
And no matter what else I'm doing...
I'm also doing that.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Like you take your next breath, write it
I dance it, paint it, capture it with light;'
If we had no art or books. What would life be? We need the people with vision and hope. I like the reason for the amazing poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[fireblossom]

You speak for me with this wonderful poem. Thank you.