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Writer's Island Prompt #9 for 2011 Improvise
Soul Journey
As an artist
To improvise
Is what I do
Can I say how it is done
Probably not
Starts with an idea
We have don't know
How to do it
We don't even know
What we want
But we try
We try to discover
It is trial and error
It is "what if"
We seek patterns
Related to every
Kind of creativity
We look for clues on how
To be self creating
Self-organizing
Authentic
All art is improvisation
Some we present
Whole and at once
Some we present
Rrevised and restructured
We seek our own way
It begins with an idea
And we stumble
Through the journey
The finished piece you
See or hear
Is but a relic or trace of the
Journey that has
Come and gone
All art is performance
Even when you are the
Only one in the studio
For all is revealed in
The finished product
It is a record of the
Process of improvisation
The process comes
From the deepest
Part of ourselves
It is a spiritual path
It is about us
About the deep self
It is a soul journey
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Looking east and south, towards Truches Peak, New Mexico, land of enchantment.
A Small Stone
Winter morning colors
Ignite the heart
Van Gogh
Photos do not do justice
Awash in glorious pinks
Not to be missed
There are no words
To "tell" this magic
You will have to
Wake early, too
It is free
You can not spend it
You do not have
To work for it
Just open your eyes
Look and you will see
A treasure that
Fills the heart
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Poetry Bus Prompt: the above photo
The Old Photo
It was the photo I had been looking for
Mother's birthday 1914
The family was all coming to the party
It had been some time
Since we had all gotten together
But no....that could not be
All four of the children
Had been washed away in the
1900 Galveston storm
Mother took to her bed,
Never got up,
Never went out
Grieved those kids
All the rest of her life.
