Sure we get help and inspiration from others. But ultimately, in the creative process, we're on our own. The journey may seem soltary, at times, even lonely. But the rewards - not all of them, but perhaps those closest to our innermost feelimgs - are also supremely personal.
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I climbed once through a forest steeply
Not knowing where, how far the outlook
Pushing upward until, almost giving up,
I found a ledge and its widening view.
Let's do this, said the piano player
Don't know it, I almost said
Not my tune, not my key.
Letting go, I jumped in, riding
Faint familiarity where it took me
Until new music was mine to savor.
The little crowd responded
And I took my pleasure in theirs.
But no one else could hear what I did.
No one else had climbed that moment.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
this poem breathes life into one of those moments ...