tijodaslim

TO FIND THE SUN

The air felt wrong

Felt as though music was playing

But there was no song

Who was out there

To make this uneasy feeling

To make it so unclear

Clouds whistled on in

Was there a storm to begin

Dew on trees

Blew in the breeze

Grey became the color of the day

Which way to turn

Which way to go

Who would lead the way

Given into a dream

Rather than stand to scream

Fear will stand

To make to wear

Given to a new day

Given to find the sun anyway

Creative wave flow through my fingers in many ways. Poetry is the wave of today, seeing it's way to the page so easily the colors of life through image or word all me. All life and all feeling free.

I miss Deviant Art. I do not care for this new format at all. I tried to search for new things, all I seem to find is old. I put some things to favorites, one artist replied with, "This is so old!" while it seemed a bit snobbish, I can relate as well, I've submitted a lot of recent work myself and have had a lot of others come by and fav old submissions. All you can see is what has been favored the most the most recently or what had been in the past. Five year old art work. I wish Deviant would just get the point and go on back. While I enjoy the comments on my work and appreciate the responses to my works. I would like to see what is new now again. It is dancing around in my head the thought of leaving the site, no immediate plans just yet. Can't say I care for the changes here.