painting – Angele Toomey Poetry

Quiet moment

A spontaneous poem, with a little rhyme. SilentI try to hold the beatin my mindbut it crumbles, Iam flying blind I try to paint the pictureof a yesterday,blending colours thatquickly fade away In all the chaos, thereis a momentwhen I can be still,be alone and silent.And yet I cannotcommand the beator tell the imageto emergeContinue reading “Quiet moment”

Lost in a moment

I love that feeling of looking up to the clock and seeing that hours have passed while I’ve been fully immersed in something. It could the feeling of being in the flow, where minimum effort is required for maximum satisfaction, or that feeling of wild abandon when the outcome doesn’t matter as long as you’reContinue reading “Lost in a moment”