At The End Of rhyme

How does on begin,

When one knows it must,

if only for awhile come to an end.

For I have come to this crossing of time,

where I must put aside my words of rhyme.

For there are deadlines to be met,

And if I must go, it shall be in regret.

For I failed in my weakness to see,

How I could possibly complete my next art entry.

With the show date looming just around the bend,

I have yet to even gather my brushes, and paints…

and I hardly even know where I should begin.

I know that my canvas will be a 24X48,

And I have my thumbnail from which to translate.

Oh but what vexes me…is how I love to just sit and write,

And then read everyone’s wonderful poetry well into the night.

However I realize, that if I am to make this show,

I will have to make choices on what to let go.

It cannot be my job you see,

For it is what allows me to eat.

So I guess it will be my poetry that gets the axe,

At least until my painting finds it tracks.

Yet, even in this,

I will make the time to read the Den,

For this is just too much to miss.

So I wish to say thank you to you all,

And tell you that this past year has been a ball,

 I am hoping for a quick return

That more mysteries I may discern.

And if I were to hit a painters block,

Then to my words I will come again,

Lest I forget what I wish to say.

So for now my friends…

Arrivederci… Adiós… Auf Wiedersehen…and Au revoir

May all your writings from the pages soar.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004

~Let It Be Me~