Ignorant People.

Around and around she went,
Food in her hands,
Looking for a customer,
But she could not see them.
Those who had ordered the food
Looked at her
But didn’t indicate
That the food was theirs.
So around she went again,
But still the customer said nothing.
Why do people do this?
The young lady was doing her best,
But life can be so hard,
So hard to deal with,
When dealing with ignorant people.

Art into Words.

New Beginnings. Artwork by Kiriaki Psaras “Koo”

The artwork stands before me,
What do I see?
I see a world of colour in the life of the artist,
The dark times being hidden,
Hidden in the brightness surrounding them.
I look deeper into her world
And the darkness pulls me in,
Pulls me into the blackness that went before,
Maybe times of sadness,
Or of grief,
But they are being covered by the lightness
As her life moved on into its glory.
The sparks of light come through
To show that her world now has light,
And the light will increase
As her life moves on from the dark,
Into the light of life,
Where peace, happiness and love,
Especially love,
Will be with her forever.

Word Choice.

The blank page lays before me,
It gives me so many choices.
I could always write this word,
Or I might even write that word.
This or that,
What choice shall I take?
Which one will enhance my life?
This or that?
Or shall I take the other?

That Wonderful Place.

The week had been hard,
No let up from the caring,
The caring of my loved one,
But tonight I was going out,
As I do each week,
Going out to the choir.
The carer arrived
And off I went,
My loved one still in my mind.
The choir assembled
The first notes were sung.
Then it happened,
I was transported,
Transported into a new world,
A world of music and words,
Where all was well,
Where I was well.
Gone to that wonderful place
Where singing carries me
And troubles no longer exist.
Like a flash it was over,
Two hours gone in a moment.
But as I went home
I was uplifted,
Maybe only for a short time,
But that feeling was wonderful.
It is the thing that singing can do,
It can take you to a different world,
Where life is beautiful,
And all is right in my world.

Transported from Reality.

I get transported so easily,
Transported from my normality
Into a world of beauty,
A world of wonder,
A world of surrealism.
All it takes is a note that I hear,
Or the stroke of paint on canvas
And I can be in another world,
A world of wonder and beauty.
That is what my life can do
When I listen to music,
Or look at art.
I get transported into another world
Where life is sublime.

Michael’s Artistic World

Once more art has struck me down.
The picture appeared before me
And I stopped,
My life stopped and I was drawn in,
Drawn into the world of the artist.
I looked into the picture,
The longer I looked
The further my mind became part,
Part of the wonder,
The wonder of the art.
I left my real world and I walked,
Walked into that dream,
That dream created,
Created by the artist,
That creation became my dream,
My dream of beauty, peace and wonder.

The artwork was by Michael Edwards.

The Light of Music.

It was one of those moments
When all was not well.
It could be emotive,
It could be physical,
But my world was at a low.
Then it happened,
That piece of music played
Sending joy into my mind,
And glory into my heart.
All was well,
All was better.
That is the power of music,
It can drag me from the depths,
The depths of despair,
Into the light of my world.
The music in my world
Is so varied, so wonderful,
From jazz to classical,
Country to opera,
Folk to ballet.
So much music out there
All waiting to be played,
To be played for me,
And to keep me in the light,
The light of my world.

That Clock.

Tick,
The pendulum swung.
Tock,
Back it came.
Tick, tock
It continued,
As it has
For all my life.
That clock,
Sat on the wall,
As it always has
For as long
As I have been alive.
That clock
Is part of me,
And the tick
Of that clock
Is the heartbeat,
The heartbeat
Of the house.