Having fallen off the edge of creativity,I find it’s closer to ground than I thought—not a place I climbed to above the crowd,but a place I reached down to beneath it—a place where life’s crumbs form trails to followand also cobwebs easily destroyedas I had planned to be. I meant to leap,but earth was close, and angel or devilinsists I try again. Creativityis close enough to touch, and my weak armreaches for it with a will of its own.I close my eyes against what happens next.Something beyond me wants more time;Why is an answer I have yet to find.
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I so relate.......as we tire, our hands still reach out to the keys....still poems to write and stories to tell........and yes, something wants more time. I feel that line so deeply. Lovely to read you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely and proof positive of your creativity.
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