Writings that are Captured.

I love to write, write anything. Everyone says that I need to write a book, but what would I talk about, what do I have to say that's important for others to hear or that would make a good book? I guess that its the lack of self confidence that would push me to write anything, the "I can't do it" factor. Enough about that- the other day while playing with my little one I had to urge to write. Write what, I didn't know but I put pen to paper and this is what followed... a poem about something that I love, kinda an abstract writing- but I think that it turned out pretty good. Enjoy!

Snap a shot

Blow it up

See the tiny details

Surround yourself in circles

Scattered all around

Study the ones that have gone before you

Hold tight

Make them last

Remember what it was...just remember.

Freeze a frame in a box

Buying memories by the lot

Then, now, here, there, tomorrow from today

What was it that you longed to say?

A place, a time

Something was on my mind

Where boys and girls stay forever young

And the smile never die.

Dressed in white by candlelight

A little ones cry of life-

A day that leaves you hopeful.

Tradegy, heartache and all the in-between

Cut in half, all balled up, burning them might erase.

Life at it's greatest

Tomorrow's the dream

Finally, what a place to be.

Brick by brick

Power line- a birds high wire spot

Walk the line

Dare to be

See what you are made of.

Ancient life, history

Let's relive it.

Awaken a spice

That sparkle in the eye,

Re-define-

Who am I?

Larger than life

You're on top

This is where it's at.

See them grow

Watch them fly know you were a part.

Pale frail hands

Hold the past

Of memories that were made

Breathe it in

Soak it up

Before it's too late

You've become a legacy.

Flash back

Black and white

One last time

What a ride.

Smile

Strike a pose

Take the time to stop

And say, "I was here!"

Time is moving ever so swiftly.

Tell your story

Write a song

Tell your truth

You can't hide.

Life

Day by day

Captured

In a tiny frame...

August 2010

(c) Crystal Hull