Between poetry and drawing I’ve been a bit of a creative roll lately. It got me thinking about why I do these things. I’m pretty sure that if you put me in a cave with the necessary tools and no contact with the outside world I’d still create. Nonetheless, I don’t live in a cave so I value the feedback I get on my art whatever form it takes. Today’s poem sums it up. Enjoy!

Creative Bits of Me

There’s joy I find when I create,

No matter what I do,

I write, I draw, or carve, or sculpt,

It all comes down to you.

If you engage with what I’ve made,

My effort’s not in vain,

But if you don’t, then back I go,

To try and try again.

For art without an audience,

Is Caesar without Rome,

It looks the same, but what’s the point,

A house, but not a home.

Sometimes with pencil, pen or paint,

My mind I’ll illustrate,

Yet other times with prose or verse,

My thoughts elucidate.

But none of this means anything,

Without your eyes and mind,

Only when you experience,

My art is it defined.

So take a look or read a verse,

There’s plenty more to see,

As I continue sharing these,

Creative bits of me.

Cheers,