Icy Paintings

Icy Paintings

By R.e. Taylor

Only one time of year

When the sun sets earlier

And rises later

The winds from the north

Blow in the darkness

Touching cooling windows

Creating art as it does

Brush strokes with pure perfection

With untold beauty and intensity

Paintings no mortal artist could ever create

Sadly they only last a short time

Minutes, hours, days or weeks

They will fade away and die

And they will not be remembered

But they will be missed when Spring comes

She Found Her Dream

She Found Her Dream

By R.e. Taylor

From the first day she could dream

She had one which filled her sleep

And flooded her daydreams her whole life

She wanted a place where the air was sweet

Peace surrounded her

Allowing her to write and paint

Sometimes she could dance all alone

To music only she could hear

After many, many years she found her dream

A wooden gazebo hidden in a beautiful garden

She took a seat on the bench to write a poem

As she finished, she took her last breath

The poem was a thank you to God

He let her live long enough to find her dream

And that was all she ever wanted

So, she died in the way that she wanted

And that made her happy

Never Growing Up

Never Growing Up

By R.e. Taylor

I did what was expected

Sixteen years of school

Which taught me how to think

Just learn the facts

Recite them back to us

That is what they wanted

But I could not give it to them

I thought for myself

Reading and creating stories

With dragons and princesses

Elves and massive castles

And unicorns running in the fields

To me growing up wasn’t learning facts

Growing up was losing your imagination

That was something I refused to do

So, I decided never to grow up

And decades later I still haven’t

Wishing On A Star

Wishing On A Star

By R.e. Taylor

A million million stars

Every one a wish

Made by some who needs help

Maybe they need love

Maybe they need money

Or maybe they just need peace of mind

Some wishes are answered

Most are not

But that doesn’t matter

People keep wishing on the stars

I just hope that when my turn comes

And I look up into the sky to make a wish

They will have left one star for me

When Time Began

When Time Began

By R.e. Taylor

What will it be like

The moment after the world ends

It may be totally silent

With only the whisper of the breezes

Cloud filled skies block the Sun

And the remains of life

Buildings and all lifeforms

Fade into the ground

Leaving no trace on the dead planet

Just the ash and dust which began

Four billion years ago

When time began

Forgotten Soldiers

Forgotten Soldiers

By R.e Taylor

Millions of soldiers

In infinite wars

Fought for king and country

Dying for no good reason

Buried in cemeteries

Located in every country

Most are forgotten over time

Flowers and flags no longer appear

They just lie in their graves

With no one to visit them

An artist decided that was not right

He created mourners who endlessly stand

Giving the soldiers the respect they deserve

The Life Of An Artist

The Life Of An Artist

By R.e. Taylor

I have a problem

Everyone tells me to relax

Just sit back and do nothing

Even my shrink says it

I have tried so many times

Closing up my computer

Putting away my pencils and ink

And hiding my paintbrushes

The thing, is nothing works

My mind starts working

Creating things without me asking

My hands twitch

And my butt squirms in my chair

Finally, my head starts to explode

I go into my studio and I do something

Maybe I paint or draw

Or I sit down and write this poem

Only then I can relax for a few minutes

Before I have to start all over again

But that is the life I have chosen

I will do it until I can do it no more

And that will be the moment I take my last breath