Dare

Stand in contempt of societies court

Be true to yourself and all you report

Step out from behind the paper facade

Rise above clouds of pretentious charade

Tho’ just a small voice in the chorus of song

Sing out loudly, fully and strong

Embrace now the gift only you may possess

The design only you, are meant to express

Your unique contribution enriches the whole

Don’t leave with your music still trapped in your soul

W.H.Dietrich

Bare Tree

I look around and see the trees that whisper their ancient lyric to the birds of song.

I listen intently, hoping for glimpse of their world.

I feel the breezes blow, still I know nothing.

My imagination soars beyond the clouds, still I know nothing.

I know nothing of this mysterious place.

All wisdom amounts to nothing in the absence of love.

All my thoughts and all my love and yes even my very soul, forsakes me.

Now in this place I forsake my thoughts and I open my heart,

And I lay bare my soul and pray for understanding.

W.H.Dietrich

Drawing Poetry

Drawing is simply overstating the obvious in your own words,

And poetry writing the way you see it.

To release ones uniqueness is the primary role of an artist.

W.H.Dietrich

Ancient Friend

Who then shall I call friend?
the clouds and rivers that flow and spin.
Is the tree my friend?
with it’s will so strong, it can not bend.
Perhaps the hills with leaves and stones
that never tell of buried bones.
Through the ages are secrets kept
locked in dreams where the angels slept.
On the winds, my hopes may fly and soar.
Beneath the water, my dreams are stored.
But on the mountains our God has shown
his love endures like weathered stone.
And so my friend, May I call you friend?
It is on you that I depend.
So thank you, thank you.
Thank you again.
W.H.Dietrich

Where Are They Now?

Waiting  in the dark, night after night through the quiet winter months.

The street lamps would illuminate foot prints in the snow of the now empty side walks.

Like the evidence of life happening somewhere.

I wonder, where they came from.

I wonder, where they went.

Where are they now?

W.H.Dietrich

Unique Every One

It is all that makes us important.

It is all that we are and all that we have.

It is all that we leave behind and all that we take with us, once we become just a shell in a box.

Our uniqueness is the ultimate gift we receive,

and the ultimate gift we give.

W.H.Dietrich

School

How I loved to dance. I would go out dancing at every opportunity.

I love the free and creative expression and sheer fun of dancing.

I actually believed I was quite a dancer before I signed up for ballroom dance classes.

I learned so much about traditional dance steps; framing and posture and all the dancing do’s and don’ts. Ballroom dancing taught me a few things about myself as well.

It heightened my self awareness, self consciousness, frustration and irritability.

Most importantly, dance classes taught me;

never go to art school.

W.H.Dietrich

Art vs. Work

I imagine it may be fun to paint and write rosy poems all day;

my brother refuses to support me and I am not yet ready for the asylum.

Besides, what thing of value would I utter to the living if, I am locked up in a box of paint all day.

W.H.Dietrich

Create

Creating art is simply a matter of turning your guts inside out.

W.H.Dietrich

Women And The Night

What is it about the night that causes women to pour over scrap books

and rummage through that old shoe box on the top shelf of the closet?

W.H.Dietrich