Midnight, not a sound from the theme parks,
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling my friends.
In the craftroom, the paper scraps collect at my feet
And the make begins to form.
Magic, all around in the theme parks
I can dream of the creatures
Living beautifully there
I remember the cats I knew at Disneyland’s park
Let their memory begin again.

Every artist seems to shape
An innovative canvas.
Someone stitches and the next one mixes
And soon they will be making.



Inlikz, I must wait for the live link
I must think of a new make
And I mustn’t give up
When the thought comes, this make will post on Instagram too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale, cold smell of graphite
An author sighs, another month is written
Another guess is dawning.
Join me, it’s so easy to skip me
All alone with the memory
Of my posts on the blog
If you join me, you’ll have the joy creativeness brings.
Look, a new make has begun

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