Oh my gosh
always running late
thre’s no debate
I guess it’s just my fate
I’ll blame it on the moon Bob Seger Blame It On The Moon
I had to stay up late and sleep till noon.
I’ll blame it on the art
painting from the heart
creamy pastels and inks and chalks
I get lost
in the wonderland I’m creating
always wanting more
pages from the encylopedia because now we have wikipedia
charcoal and shaving cream and clay
with which to play
all night and all day
I could blame it on the music
playing my favorite songs
on the old turntable
still ever so able
to spin the blues away
and make my day
and my night too.
I could blame it on the cute cuddly cats
curled up on my lap
time spent on the sofa with Molly
taking an afternoon nap
too much time spent twisting and stretching
on the yoga mat…
it’s plain silly.
I ask you…
what’s an old hippie artist to do…
but to lose track of time
while finding some peace and a little rhyme
it doesn’t matter in the end
we usually find ourselves back where we begin.
Didn’t know where I was going with that for a minute there but there it is…free verse hippie poetry off the top of my head. I hope you dig it 😀
Have a beautiful day my friend and try to stop by tomorrow! Hopefully I’ll have something to check off my to do list.