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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.

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

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