Within this passion, this everflowing rush
Painting and writing fuel energy
To gather colors, paper and brush
To beckon forms dormant in me
Now come I to enjoy this state
This lovely aloneness of mine
Embracing creativity, my fate
In its throes, I do not pine
For people, things, elusive still
Yearned for deeply just yesterday
Kept mute in my heart until
The time of a final fading away
Longing and misery put to bed
My art and books I do thee wed.
copyright, 2009,Georgette Jones
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