The thrill and the agony
Of a blank page
Not quite the eternal no
Not yet a sweeping yes
A sketchy maybe
Possibly perhaps
Adorned with uncertainty
And thirdguessing
The thunderbolts of heaven
Turned into dim flickering
Prone to misinterpretation
A one way ticket to Unknown
And a head full of perishable thoughts
Doesn’t seem like a wise investment
Especially when
You are out of second chances
You hitched your wagon to the star
Not knowing where you are going
But I see you as you are
As you hope to be
And as you will be
Many days from now
I see you
©2008 Dosia McKay
Dosia, LOVE your blog. So glad I found it. Your creative talents and gifts are inspiring. Listening to your music right now as I type my comments.
My brother is a composer, my mother is an artist, and my father was a professional musician (trumpet player). Having grown up around all that artistic talent, I appreciate the dedication and sensibility that goes into the creative process. And have utmost respect for it.
Will be visiting you regularly. Beautiful, beautiful blog.
Claudia
http://artmodel.wordpress.com/
Wow. 🙂
You, The empty page………..me, the empty viewfinder…
yes.
“You hitched your wagon to the star
Not knowing where you are going”
The uncertainty…….Yes that’s the thrill..
Cool insight Dosia..
I really like this reflection…