Art Is Poetry Poem by Becca Bell

Like the rain drops falling on a sunny day
Our creativity comes in bursts of whimsical nostalgia
With a new revelation springing forth into this first time conscious mind,
It is simple to take note, on all the wonders of art
Which now and forever have kept me dwelling on peace
With all chaos and hostility,
This feeling, or perhaps, presence
Of possibly the most beautiful of all essences
Is inside and released
Less chemical than it may seem,
From each movement, each breath,
I must take advantage of this place,
Before it falls away again
Even though only a harmonious balance can push these dreams to my surface,
I will carry whatever traces of the moment...
As a memory of the innocence within.