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.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
this poem breathes life into one of those moments ...