Passionate pursuits

“Art is defined by the artist. It’s personal, heartfelt, and passionate whether it be written, sang, or created with paint, etc. It is our inner being calling out to the world.”

~Angela K. Crandall~©8-6-1

Battles

I’m not everything you want me to be.  
It’s hard to keep up
I work, write, and  try to balance my life
Then I lose track of time
Erase e-mails of poetry
Finding it difficult to make time, to read others visions
But creating it to finish my last novel
A series
To complete a dream
Then start another.
My apologies
I wish I could be better
Always here for everyone
Even myself
When I am not.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©8/4/17

Chance

In an accidental place
Tripping
Falling
Stumbling
Crawling
Into a nearby cave to rest
I set up the fire
Igniting the spark
Stand back
Relax
And
Stare at the bright glow of success
~Angela K. Crandall~
©7/26/17

In July….

It’s a hot sticky summer night
I pull the bed sheets from my body turn and
Open the window allowing the cool breeze and windy rain to soothe me
As the hot and cold crash together
Joining in anger to relieve us of our swelter
I watch the lightning show as my hand lingers on the curtain
It unravels, the storm in its glory
Like our lives before us.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©7/21/17

Kinship

People come and go.

Ones who attempt to understand, hold empathy out before you, and hug you when you’re sad.

They matter…

~Angela K. Crandall~

~©7/12/17

 

 

Better Things

Sit, look, dream of better things.

Let the light from the city shine into your room.

All those people out there living, grieving, screaming, struggling to survive.

 In a way, we’re all one.

 Even though we don’t like it.

When we clash in our colors of dispute.

Rushing in to defeat each other or do we let live?

~Angela K. Crandall~

©6/30/17