creativity – Page 2 – One Woman's Quest

Surrender

Nurturing sweetness –
a desire to maintain
childlike response

A barrier
to what lies within
darkness waiting

Funny, this present impulsivity –
am alone,
overweight,
a dreamer

Pretence overcomes stage fright –
a worthy role for any story

Not a glittery, Star-crusted version
but a well-worn edition

I am solid, ebony,
earthen –
value innate

Unknown depths
murky shadows –
A brokenness craving
perfection

Must surrender
to the catharsis of creativity –

Fear and protectiveness retreating,
helpless in the face
of the adventure that calls.

(My sketch with AI interpretation)

Genie Unleashed

Artistic sensibility
hungering for the exquisite
craves expression

The critic guffaws
decries creativity
starves the impulse

Who unleashed
such nonsense,
such magical thinking?

To think beauty
once espied
can be replicated

and by such an amateur –
the unskilled hand
an unworthy representative

But the artist, unleashed
knows only magic –
the genie will not be rebottled.

(This is an edited version of a previous post. Art my own.)

Open To Healing

Open to healing –
delve into the subconscious
create a space for inspiration

Ignore limited capabilities –
value every offering –
enter with pure intentions

Embrace new starts
have faith in ability
be spurred into action

The Self holds the answers;
creative expression is the key.
No expertise required.

(Art is my own)

Sweet Solitude (tanka

Sweet solitude
sacred silence, surround me
Imagination
thrives under your spell – unleash
the magic; I shall create

(Art my own, with a nod to AI)

We Are Form Emerging

Creativity partners more with chaos than clarity
It craves colour, light, darkness
movement not supported by 2 dimensions

I delude myself into thinking that words,
cleverly positioned, can decipher the compulsion
fail to understand that soul, unchained, has no words

It is the free-flowing expression of music, dance
It follows the murmuration of birds, and
crawls along the earth, serpent-like

I seek the intimacy of knowing other –
raw and unblemished – but how can this be?
We are form emerging from mystery

That I should find you, Love,
there amid the noise of awakening
then I am more than blessed

Your mind reaches for the definable
while I drowsily bask in sensations
our coming together never akin to wholeness

Yet explosive in its imperfection
Oh, if we could see the artistry
arising from two souls seeking unity

Comprehend that we are the instrument
the vessel through which creativity speaks
a magnificent tribute to Life’s source.

(Art is a combination of my own effort and AI.)

Unconventional

Maudlin convention
I balk at your constraints
jettison the traditions
that propagate hate

Future is an open road
I do not hesitate –
Yes, there is uncertainty
Yes, I’ll make mistakes

Vulnerability will conquer pride
mind willing, convention I’ll shake

(Art my own)

Creating…

Winter –
the colour of my hair,
a sedentary state of being,
the numbing over of ambitions

These are all but illusions…

I am fluid,
essence flowing,
passion undaunted,
creating…

(My image)

Poets

Write to enlighten –
words are keys,
phrases fodder

We are conductors,
orchestrating ideas
penning odes to life.

(Poets first appeared January 20. Image my own)

Syntax

“Trade you and ‘n’
for a ‘v'”, I said
to the moon
to the sun
to the bird
at my window

All obliged
and now
my lonely day
is lovely,
lovely,
lovely.

(This is a repost. Hope it made you smile as much as it did me. Image my own)

Unpublished

Worms have invaded
every sliver of my antagonist
by now, and still I tarry …

Minute details excuses
for hesitation,
the memoir languishes
unpublished

Wanting my audience
to savour each morsel,
declare it fit for consumption

The ironic death march
of a solemn vow
to make light of dark.

(Art my own)