My mind has meadows broad and quaint
I realized it from when I paint
The meadows show and grow by chance
A hike within relaxed in trance
They flow as if all land and sea
Were shown as one below one sky
The mind is hidden, deep and wide
My paintings show it to my eyes.
Kelly Write Away
The pull to participate, scroll or research
Strengthens its lock on my eyes like a girth
Using my body and instincts to fleece
All of my focus and no longer brief.
I don't watch the TV I do not have cable
But these two also aim to disable
Each person from doing except to behave
Confined to recliners; the cradle towards grave.
Kelly Write Away
