While babes slumber, calm, unconscious, dreamers manifest Goddess power – pray for their ill, harness a creator an ancient dwelling (ignore the presence of trios
Category: creativity
Glue
Glue, she mutters, massive locks of blonde hair, piled atop her head mysteriously held in place despite the breeziness of her top-down sports. Not even
Dialogue
Road behind is collapsing remain upbeat, continue a trail of childhood tears practice giving, don’t falter the past a faulty messenger focus on beauty, facing
Downpour
Pummelling the roof hardened droplets drown out my thoughts deafening, ridiculing Nature’s curious declaration of power threatens, instructs humility; a discordant roar stifling creativity. (Image:
Colouring Lessons
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant
Nested
Nestled in with childhood truths – second-hand, missing perspective – nursing a creeping creativity: insignificant clarity expanding measurably, hurried. Once social, now retreating papered over
