The Little Me

I bought a little canvas

For this little me

With a metallic gold

i’ll paint the sea


The grass with silver

and the sky with green

Why follow beaten tracks?

Why see what others see?


Art is the reason,

that pardons the soul,

for being insane,

for being me.

_______________

(Anne Baluch)

14 thoughts on “The Little Me

  1. What a sweet blog you have here. I’ve read a few of your poems and have enjoyed them. This one is especially speaks to me. The last few lines, “Art is the reason, that pardons the soul, for being insane, for being me.” Sometimes I get into these really creative moods and I feel like I’m going to burst. Unfortunately they seem to be followed by some depression and a longing to create more. Insane, no?
    🙂

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