I will play... by Cathy D. Charaba

I will play...

I will get dirty and feel the paint squish between fingers sliding across canvas
I will smell the colors and create
I will taste the freedom of expression and look to my inner self for guidance
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience

I will feel the texture of the pencil nestled between my fingers and thumb
I will hear the lead scratching out the rhythmic strokes to paper
I will bring the illusion of depth and texture
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience

I will capture the scene with a mechanical whine
I will hear the shutter sizing, opening and close
I will capture the moment then covet later
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience

I will look to my screen with vision, mouse and stylus in hand
I will challenge the programs in ignorance discovering the new
I will press, scroll and learn the keys to imagination
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience

I will pluck and strum cords of rhythms
I will stroke passionately the ivory keys with voice in time
I will dance all the while in merriment
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience

I will take note of emotions within the tale
I will express the senses in tangible glory
I will author creation of other worlds in time
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience


I will create as artists must do to tell anew
I will because I breathe… because I am
I will since no other existence is fathomable
I will succeed in the play knowing no bounds
I will grow from the experience


by Cathy D. Charaba