Listening is Living

A singer of music
A bold dancer

Harmonic sounds
abandoning harmonic reputation
the music is fire
with a beat
masterpieces; soft,
luminous, noble,
with tragic optomism
a new spirit
a new art
influencing,
imagining with greater emotion
listening is living

One of my favorites by Monet---Rocks at Etretat

The Birds' Song That Only I Could Hear

Creative Writing Prose Poem

It started one day when I was sitting in my garden with my red sweater and blue boots. I was listening to the beautiful sweet birds sing their song.I wasn't alone. I was with one of my favorite people. I asked her if she was captivated by their singing just as I was. She said she couldn't hear a thing. I was surprised. But I kept living the life that no one else could live in my blue boots and occasional red sweater. Then when I was in my favorite place of silent whispers, I heard the flying wonders sing again. I looked around me and no one else seemed surprised. No one else searched the ceiling of the library. I was alone in my delight. I heard these birds. They sang just for me. I hear what no one else hears. In my moments of peaceful thought, there they are. Whispering, singing, sighing their song of love. They sing my moods to me. Then I started to notice him. One day I was feeling my birds' song as I walked through the park. He was there. He looked up and smiled to the world. I hummed the tune in my math class. He gave me a quier smile of surprise and he hummed the rest of it to me. I fell out of my desk in astonishment. I don't remember ever sharing that part of my bird's music with the rest of the world before. I realized this wasn't going to be a what if. This was a what is. Because what if is too defined, and we need a world where things actually can be. So I faced the fact that he and I shared a song. A song that came only to us when we were the happiest. It led us together. I never get sick of a bird's song, it means I am happy. Is this my imagination? Maybe. I guess we are stuck in the same imagination together if that's what it is. But I do know that we are in the same world together and it all started one day when I was sitting in my garden with my red sweater and blue boots.

Red and Green by Joseph Kleitsch

I want to be like her. I want to be in the middle of beauty, and not just be there but be aware of its purity. To know that it is special enough to stop, look, feel, and just be.

This quote has been one of my favorites for a while. I am not going to sit around not living my life :)

Blank Canvas

Dreams are the imagination's delight
They are the food of the starving soul
Captivating. Horrifying. Delicious.
Dreams are the satisfaction to the inward mind's craving

Like a tantilizing painting on a once blank canvas,
dreams draw every sense to the wonder of such an art
but sometimes this art can be
too horrifying. too abstract. too painful to stare at

Like when this art creates a couragous heroin out of a girl,
saving a child from a frozen watery grave,
but sinking down into the dark icey water,
perishing in the midst of a hauntingly silent sea

this art usually didn't let people die
but it was as clear as the night was dark
this girl, the creator of this particular painting, was dying
sinking slowly with her white ice skates still secure on her feet

she held her breath and silently screamed to the boy to save her
But she was gone before she even had the chance to wake up
How was she going to live the next day with such
a tale of dying in her recent past?

This knowledge pierced her mind
How could such a beautiful delight create such terror?
Normally it created joy out of the
sawdust of wishes and imaginations

but it creates tears as well as laughs and every kind of human emotion
This art turns the world upside down
It makes nerves and bones jump right out of place
leaving racing hearts and sweaty palms

But she will still thrive in her dreams
she will devour the art found inside her mind
and maybe next time she will use different colors
to paint her once blank canvas

You Are and Always Will Be

There is nothing that I could tell you
that hasn't already been said by my favorite song writer.
But you are and always will be my favorite lyrics all sung in one song
There is nothing that I could paint for you
that my favorite artist hasn't already painted
But you are and always will be my treasured Monet painting
I can't make a new constelation for you, the stars are set in stone
but you are and always will be the one that shines the brightest for me.
I could never kill someone for you, but if I could
You are and would be the first person I'd call from prison.
So many can'ts when it comes to you,
but you are and always will be the one who fills me with so many can's
Because you are the only one I get butterflies for
You are the only one I would call 30 times a day
You are the only one that I'd dive in a shark tank to save
You are the only one I'd write a love poem for
Because you are simply you, and always will be