I am a rose bud
Tightly held on the verge
Of blooming
At 59
I am not about to become
Invisible
Entirely
The
Opposite
Five years ago
I became a painter
Overnight one day
I just started paining
And never
Stopped
Then three years ago
I started writing in earnest
Mostly haiku poetry
But longer pieces
Prose poems
Directly from my heart
Through painting
And writing
I transcend life
I can float above
In the flow
For hours suspended
Painting and writing
Have both become
Passions
Paint and brushes
Pen and paper
Have become friends
And together
We have begun
To bloom
