Caregiver Painting Poetry
Sometimes I write stories or poetry to go with my paintings. I’m absolutely taken in by the subject matter and get absorbed in my paintings. The picture I took of this one in my Pathways series is a little dark… but I decided to leave it that way because I thought it a mysterious path.
The writing/painting combo keeps away the dangerous caregiver stress. (See my previous post.)
Above the painting… below the poem.
The Dusty Road
The dusty road,
After a squall,
Whispers, “Come and walk awhile”,
Needing nothing,
It wants your all.
…
You listen to
The dusty road
And consider its promise,
Breathing in its sweet grasses,
Seems like heaven’s abode.
…
Bunnies race
And deer eyes gleam.
The dusty road
‘Tis steep it seems;
And the road becomes your dreams.
…
The river racing
And Crickets chirp,
And you plod on and on and on and on
The dusty road
It’s mighty work.
…
At last, a rock’s your friend,
Long nuff you’ve strode.
The singers, the music, the song,
And to sleep you’ve gone on
The dusty road.
~ Julie Robinson
