Where there’s a will… #writing #art #poetry

So familiar

like riding a bike

I can hear ungreased gears grind

my swollen feet have forgotten the motion

in frustration I fling the bike

willing it to take life

and show me how to ride in figure 8s

So familiar

like painting my first picture

I can see the blues, reds, yellows flow and swirl

but my trembling hands have forgotten

I impulsively pour water on my canvas

willing it to take life

and show me how to paint a blooming flower

So familiar

like writing my first story

I can feel the words mesh and explode

but my mind is lost in dog earred pages

I feverishly clutch at the manuscript

willing it to take life

and show me once again how to write a fantasy for children

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This week’s Verse First Prompt is “Right Under Your Nose.” My objective was to be honest in descriptions even to the use of emotion.

Do you ever feel frustration and impatience at yourself when you return to relearn the riding of the proverbial bike? I may never get there but I am trying to return to my artistic beginnings. Needless to say my drawings and paintings look like that of a small child.

Photography: “Child’s Play” © L. Moon 2013 (some irony in the title)