Poetic Love Affair

I’m in love with two women I’ve never met.

I’m pretty sure my wife knows this, since she reads this blog every once in a while. But I thought it best to be explicit and just come right out and say it.
Their names are Heather and Kim. I don’t have any clue how they found me. The Internet is a wonderful thing. I just know that they came across this blog and began frequenting it and commenting on it. They encourage me to write. But what they do more than anything else is inspire me to be a better writer. I love them because they lead me to explore creativity. They are both gifted.

Kim lead me to an amazing post by Writer Chick today, and Heather wrote some Haiku that included an image that awakened another part of me I don’t allow to come to the surface very often. My “artistic” side. The image in her post reminded me of something I “painted” a while back.

I’m all digital all the time. So I’m not really a painter in the classic sense. I use photos as a base and experiment with different techniques using a pressure sensitive tablet that attempt to mimic painting. But I know I NEED to do more of it. This post is a declaration that I am going to make the time.

Kim, Heather, thank you. The digital painting on the right is what Heather’s post reminded me of. I’m glad it did.

stop child slavery

open your eyes
to see the lies
to see the rise
the growing size
the child supplies
the sells and buys
the lows and highs
the who’s and why’s
the corporate ties
the feigned surprise
the alibis
the parent’s tries
the hope that dies
the children’s cries

open your eyes

jwturner
3/4/2007
StopChildSlavery.com

This One Is Amazing

Do yourself a favor and head over to read “sleep” on Extemporaneous.

i loved this poem

I’ve made a habit of visiting a couple of writer’s blogs – Extemporaneous & Good at Getting Better. Both writers grace my pages with comments, despite their obviously superior talent. I thank them both.

Today, I found this poem, Writer’s Hands, on Good at Getting Better. I had to share it in a post.