Sunday, August 30, 2015


Ragged is the edge of creation, blindly feeling
In the dark the gains are made, yet unseen
By human eyes there is no sense, no order

But slowly bonds are forming, joining up
The dots are spaced wide, seemingly unrelated
To each other they mean nothing, but to the whole,

Finally the puzzle solves, the last piece clicks
Into "place" the artist arrives, no longer feeling
"Lost" is now forgotten land as at last the work is