I remember seeing an album cover…yes, I said album cover…back in the early seventies where the singer was sitting on a beach. And it looked like he was finger painting in the sand. The colors, the setting, the whole arrangement inspired a short poem.

Way back in 1973 that’s all it took for me to open up a spiral notebook and start jotting something down. The thrill of simply writing down my thoughts for posterity nudged me ever forward, exploring colors, textures, music, nature, and all of creation. I was a sponge for my surroundings. I’d absorb the sights, sounds, tastes, and scents…and then I’d squeeze them back out onto papers in between thin, blue lines.

What do you do when something seemingly insignificant inspires you? Do you write down your thoughts? Paint a picture? Compose a song? Forget about it?

I urge you to do what you can to capture your thoughts. Who knows who might get a kick out of it many years later?

Finger Painting In The Sand

Fingerpainting in the sand,
Grit and grime on my left hand,
Water spraying on my right
Also sprays the bird in flight.
Oh, here comes that golden mist again.
It’s covering the sands of sin,
And to the eye the sand is pure.
Can this mist be the perfect cure?
The second time on the earth
You’re worth just what you think you’re worth;
Clothed in evil, cloaked in love;
Fingerpainted worlds above.
Oh, here comes that golden mist again.
It’s covering the sands of sin,
And to the eye the sand is pure.
Can this mist be the perfect cure?

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1973
January 22

Stay whimsical,