Dear Creativity

Dear Creativity,

I feel you flowing through my veins.

You are like a lion

Stalking its prey.

Slowly advancing

And then swiftly capturing me.

Entangling me in your ecstasy,

Filling me with a desire to set free my imagination.

Awakening my childlike wonder.

I see you in the shapes of the clouds.

I smell you in the scent of the coming rain.

You are the violet streaks that jump across the sky 

On a hot, humid summer night.

You pull me from my comfort zones.

You demand authenticity.

I hear you whispering in the wind as it sweeps through the trees.

Calling to me…

Remember your dreams.


I’d like to share a little background on this poem. About midway through this year, it felt like my creative spirit had left the building.

Gone.

Bye Bye.

See ya later.

So, I signed up for a free creative masterclass hosted by Alexis Cohen. I was hoping to be inspired by some of the speakers. And I was. I may even attempt some painting in the future.

However, about the poem…

One of the speakers was Albert Flynn DeSilver. His creative exercise entailed a meditation and then to name what we were feeling. Then we were to write in a stream of consciousness style with the requirement being that we start the poem Dear (Feeling) and have certain aspects of a poem (I’m only touching on the highlights in order to convey the general process).

The feeling that came to me was ambition. I thought it was strange and wanted to second guess myself, but decided to go with my first thought. Due to the constraints of the timeline, we were given three minutes. I will say that the final lines were in my head and I wrote them out at the end.

I really liked the poem, but did not think that it conveyed ambition.

So I reflected a bit.

Then I looked up the definition of ambition.

It is defined as a strong desire to do or to achieve something, typically requiring determination and hard work.

So I pondered some more.

My poem was about dreams…imagination…creativity. And my “ambition” is to live a creative life. So ambition was the real feeling, but the poem was really written to creativity.

I feel my creative spark returning. It just needed a little coaxing.

Have you done anything creative lately?

Let your light shine!

Amy

20 thoughts on “Dear Creativity

    1. Thank you, Marcus! It had some interesting speakers. I’m glad it rekindled my creativity as well. My camera hasn’t been picked up for weeks. I’m hoping that the spark will encourage me to get out there with it again! 🙂

  1. What a wonderful poem Amy. I love it and I can relate to it. Coincidentally enough mid way through the year I felt a similar longing and pull. I signed up (and have nearly completed) a six month online Life Mastery course. It was the best thing I did all year, opening me up to all sorts of movement, possibility and inspiration in my writing and freelancing. So yes, good on you Amy. Sometimes it’s those little steps we take that lead to big changes. xxx

    1. Thank you, Miriam!! That Life Mastery course seems quite intriguing! I’m so glad that it opened you up to so many possibilities. Every bit forward, even the little steps, make such a huge difference. xx

  2. This is an inspiring poem and one that definitely resonates with me. The line that particularly convicted me was the “You demand authenticity”. I feel like I hold back far too often due to fear from really sharing the depth of my creativity. This is a great reminder that creativity and authenticity go hand-in-hand. Always love hearing your thoughts, Amy. Thank you for sharing your own process with us!

    1. Thank you, Mackenzie! I feel that I hold back far too often as well. It can be scary to feel vulnerable, but we have so much to share when we allow ourselves to be authentic and open up the hidden spaces. <3

      1. This is sooo true. I think my word for 2020 is going to be “authentic”. I have held back so much that it almost feels disingenuous at times. Thank you for inspiring this perspective!

    1. Thank you, Jonathan. It’s been a while since I’ve tried my hand at that type of poetry. I was in a funk and felt more like I was just existing. An ambition of getting from day to day without too much trouble sounds more like contentment with life to me. That’s not hum-drum at all. I am one of those who struggle with contentment…and it was of my grandmother’s dreams for me to find it. Some days I think I have…others not so much. 😉

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