Disabilities

.....Away for a few days........I will maybe slip in a repost here and there and pray you won't forget me.... wink.... hug....

Here is a poem called Disabilities that I posted on another blog. I hope you enjoy it....

She lives in a world of enchantment where glimmer and shine abound. Her hands create watery blues that turn into turquoise with bursts of purple screaming off like kite tails. They are abstract but defined pieces with untold mystery and the awe of an uninhibited child mixed in. Her world is silent, there has never been a sound registered in her memory, but she listens to life through vision and captures it all in oils. She has no idea what passion music can bring except for the feeling of rhythm's in the remnants of sound waves passing her by. Somehow her art imitates music precisely with flow and rhyme, harnessing the beauty of notes randomly, yet expertly put together. She is a musician.


He hears tones and feels resonance that pass others by. He creates whimsical notes with deep vibration and soft pitch that fly around you and dance freely in your mind. He has never seen color or hue, never has he experienced the sun exploding over the horizon or the iridescence in a child's dark hair. His musical renderings bring you to a myriad of shades and hues that envelope you with warmth. He sees the autumnal sunsets and the shimmering dust of stars on a deep blue night and captures it in sound. He creates the beaming white smiles of children and the toss of a bright red ball. He is a painter.




Never let a "disability" define you when it can redefine you.