Rita
Antoinette Borg
To Antoinette
I search but cannot find
the little girl Time has left behind.
She was my light in the cave of sorrows,
now she’s just a memory with no tomorrows.
Day by day, weeks and years unfurl,
never again to hug my precious pearl.
My hope will never cease,
loving hearts will never ease.
If there is a land somewhere over the rainbow,
then, that is where I aim to go.
Only then will I truly find,
my sweet sister that Time has left behind.
By Rita Antoinette Borg - November 1998
The Art within my Heart
The Spirit is in my veins,
I’m shaking all about.
There is creativity in my brains,
There’s no room for any doubt.
All I need is some imagination,
With my crayon, pencil or paint.
I’ll create an art sensation,
The whole world will probably faint.
I’ll be the new Picasso,
From here on after.
With my colourful masterpiece
On my paper.
With a line and a dash, an etch
Or a sketch; a swerve and a curve.
I can draw what’s in my head,
What stimulates my optic nerve!
Freedom to draw what I can feel and see,
It’s the reason that I am me,
Give me art and all its visual possibilities.
Let me explore all my artistic capabilities.
Give me paper, pencil, paint or crayon
And talent to imprint whatever I want on.
What will I draw?
What will it be?
How about a swift dolphin in the deep blue sea?
Or a majestic New York skyscraper in the midnight
sky?
Or wait! Maybe I’ll draw a Mediterranean fruit
fly!
Wonderful is Imagination and me,
Mixed up with two ounces of Creativity.
Painting, Drawing, Sketching and all that’s
art,
Surely abounds and excites this young heart.
by Rita Antoinette Borg.
December 2005.
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