When you know you are different
In a way special to you
And others don’t understand
Or even care and
They have no perception of
Seeing from within
Or appreciation of subtle talents
They are not aware of sensitivity
And ignore the concept of hard work
I suppose that everyone has dreams
I took the action necessary to
Turn my dreams into reality
I believe in artistic potential
It evolves silently in what you do
A display, an orderly garage, or
Delightful, weed free garden
These are all art forms and
Later, because of time restraints,
You pick up a pen and a pad
A remark is made about something
You jot it down and begin filling in
Between the words – giving poetic meaning
I think of earlier acquaintances
Who seemingly spent their time dreaming
Satisfied with their rank or fate
No obvious feeling for the lust of life
The phases are similar but not the same
I have constant fulfillment that does not wain
Some need constant attention
Hang out with peers who salute them
I write my musings; write down my truth
Words flow from my soul and brain
I still see from within; never from surface
This little factor has given my life purpose
Stanski
April 26, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 