Falling in love with art is an intimate construction within ourselves expressed both outwardly and inwardly.
Holding Hands With the Sun by Michael Doyle An experience of the narrative Doodles swirled in declarative Filling out the feels An imaginative look reel by reel Seeing things in the abstraction All of the noise that provides distraction Scrawling reveal the fantasy Becoming ever clearer to you and me Busily turning thinking into doing Advocacy is exquisite in its moving Melting glaciers make the points In voices true enough to anoint Life lived in glacial movement Where what we need is improvement Too simple in it's simplicity Are the chosen moments of our complicity Breaking off in our reflection Are the things that escape detection Until we look hard enough to see Present in the explicitness of reality Holding hands with the sun Remembering the world as if we are one Darkness is overcome by light Looking for the positive in our sight Here at the bottom of our hope Is humanity strung along its rope This is seen in our mirrored construction In secrets told that speak our destruction Quietly the unknown poet ranted Life is too precious to be taken for granted We are not lost in the after all As the world awakes and heeds the call (c) April 23, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
