Some days when I awake my mind seems to go in rhyme.  If I let myself I could create little poems all day long on those days.  Nothing really literary, mind you.  I seem to be destined to only write non-sensical or whimsical little poems.  Even remembering back to high school, when our English literature teacher gave poetry assignments, my poems were about things like “a green crocodile in the blue Nile” … really.  Needless to say, that teacher offered no encouragement whatsoever.  However, had she, my creative side might have bloomed a bit earlier.

But I can see a correlation with my painting and my poetry, such as it is.  Well, let’s say I can do both, hand in hand.

An example would be one of the little poems from my children’s book “The Bear with Blue Hair” … with this poem about a polar bear.

If I were a polar bear,

I’d be pink,

And Id brush my teeth,

At the bathroom sink.

Alongside this type of creativity, here is a painting from yesterday.

Daredevils, 2013, acrylic on paper, Sharon Pierce McCullough