I’m always delighted to paint with shades of blues
Because it’s definitely the rhythm of my soul
I’m enamored with all the various indigo hues
Described as hope, love and sadness mixed in a bowl
If I could paint my dreams, I’d paint me some seas
Some fluffy white clouds and a few soaring birds
Alone on the pier, hair twisting lightly in the breeze
I’d paint with my brush like a poet does with words
Maybe I’d purse my lips to whistle a delicate little tune
To try and seduce a feathered friend to answer me
My painting and I, being one with nature we commune
Painting, dreaming, creating it all allows me to be
When there are no more planks beneath my feet
When lapping waves cool the midday sun’s burn
Then will my dream masterpiece be complete?
Will I then leave serenity and to insanity return?
It’s time to dive into the seas with the dolphins
I’ll just paint them in the horizon close to the sky
As the waning sun dips and the horizon broadens
I will leave the questions for those brighter than I
Now that I’m alone and free, I can truly radiate
I am realizing the being that I am and I am great!
© D.B. Hall
Excerpt from the book “Pebbles in the Stream”
About the Author
David Hall was born in a small town called Mount Airy (A.K.A Mayberry) nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains which are part of the large Appalachian Mountain chain. His early life involved a lot of traveling with his missionary parents, which involved stints of living in Mexico and Bolivia. His poetry reflects a love for nature and life mixed with a sense of the rustic Americana spirit and sprinkled with a lingering sense of the spiritual guidance infused by his southern religious upbringing. David has always been able to live in the moment enjoying it to the fullest while being able to be separated within himself seeking something more. Poetry is one of those outlets that gives him that something more. The diversity of genres and endless array of topics allow him to dive into poetry with reckless abandon or with fine-tuned precision; whichever is needed. Like a prism there are many sides of David, from the emotional connections when dealing with death, to the touch of the spring breeze on your neck hairs, David’s poetry can put you there.
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