Forget-Me-Not

Can it be called serendipity when
art imitates life?

I believe creativity sometimes bursts
forth in waves with such moments
foreshadowing other happenings
that shall pass.

I have, for many weeks, been
entertaining a persistent creative
muse, inspired by a delicate
treasure from the past. Beautiful
and endearing writings, touching
sentiments offered as enchanting
and irresistible fodder. Such gifts
have had me indulging myself in
the most delightful painting project.


With the brittle pages from a
tiny autograph book, I have
mixed memories with nature
and art to make, what I call,
Forget-Me-Nots.


Simply named by the prose and poetry
of the writers to the respective owner
of the autograph book, but also, because
I must depart for a journey that will leave me
missing your company greatly, dear friends.


"It was when I beheld thee first
And memory lingers yet
Tis love and tho it be suppressed
I wish not to forget
Tho far away from thee I roam
Forget thee I can never
For all the joys this life affords
Is pictured in thee ever."


Do not forget, as I am away living life,
and having new experiences...
remember, if only for a moment won't you...
entertained by these remnants of my heart.

I promise to return with tales to tell
and joys to share.