Young Sprouts


Shoveled the richest soil and put us on
To be nurtured well and be primed
For the outside's challenges we will be facing
Amidst the uncertainties, we must believe!

Beneath the earth, we patiently waited
Water's our life
Then our roots dig down to the core;
To build our foundation--our soul!

Now our life's anew every spring
I'm one of those who stands so firm
So proud and fresh; young sprouts--so green
Breath life; AHA! Look what you've seen!


(c) Jeanie Chadwick

Acrostic Poem

Let you go--I'm not forcing you to stay but,
            Ever beloved of mine; not now, please think
                                                     All of the times we had, don't want to forget
                                                     Valued everything we had; but,
                                                     Enough? If it wasn't...now leave. I'll set you free.

Icarus



The time has come
To come away from this place
Where dreams of mine turned into reality
The world outside, they'll surely see.
That once a speck
Became a precious creature
Now equipped with enough knowledge
Ready to face the realms of life with courage.
I'll escape with nothing in my heart
Except for love
Love for the challenges and adventure
In this battlefield for me to endure.
Time to flip my wings
Need not afraid to fall
I must try
Must learn to soar high.



http://www.zuzafun.com/surreal-paintings-of-vladimir-kush 

Creative Drought

"...undeniable truth: our wells of inspiration are bound to run dry from time to time."

       I was stroke by this line upon reading a short article about art inspirations. I stopped reading and thoughts started to pop out at the back of my mind. I asked myself, "How would I possibly get myself inspired? Where would I seek inspirations? To whom? In what way?... Will I ever be?"
I sighed. Pause for a while. Then, I continued reading...
       As I browse the page, my creative fire was suddenly lighted. At last! I was dazzled by the paintings below the article and the stories of the various artists. Everything was just so inspiring to me. Although the works are not that splendid but at least they've done something unique coming from their wild imaginations.
So I told myself not to give up and make something inspiring too. My well was filled already but, not much. At least...

And this is how I felt.