In case it was difficult to follow the written lines along with the drawn ones, here’s the poem.
All lines, written and drawn, were made over the last three mornings.
There’s something about morning
All the world seems right.
The day ahead teems with possibilities
As my creative heart takes flight.
The simple things are charged with goodness.
A mug of coffee. A slice of bread.
Hope hangs thick in morning’s thoughts.
There’s nothing to dread.
Dreams can play as I carve the lines.
On paper. In pen. Getting them down.
So I don’t forget, before the race begins.
Before the everyday threatens to drown.
As my weary head finds evening’s pillow
Only two or three sparks remain.
I fold them in to my hopeful heart
That by morning, they’ll rekindle the flame.
June 15, 2013