Poetical moods

I feel in a very poetic mood. I just finished drawing a highly symbolic picture based on Tommy Sands' There Were Roses, and drawing pictures like that, well--it generally puts me in a poetic mood.

Unfortunately, there is nothing to write about! That does pose a problem (anybody who likes to write who reads this will know this feeling, needing to write, but having nothing to write!), so I guess I'll just ramble...if something comes up, I can write about it...I guess.

It's a cloudy day today, just right for April. (even out of Seattle, "April showers bring May flowers") I'm listening to KBCS. It's pledge drive time again. Daddy used to do that, but we're kind of squeezed for money, so I doubt he'll do that right now. If he ever does again, I'm going to push for him to do Folksounds which is, without a doubt, my favorite radio program.

Random
My mind is a picture,
My life is in a tapestry.
The picture is painted on a huge piece of canvas,
Whipping around in the wind and calling,
Calling to me to see it again...
If only it weren't water damaged, so I could see it all.
The tapestry is woven on a great loom
And the threads of different people intersect
To create the picture of the world.
And when they're cut, they'll never be seen again.
Snipped threads left their mark on my picture
The only way to call them back...
For a time.