Creation's Initial Cry
A window
Chair
Table
Paper and pen
Exhausted eyes open
Light passes through
Revealing imagination's kingdom
Where innocence of vision
Constructs reality's alternate states
Instinct rejoices
Inviting fearless abandon
Abolition of doubt
Becomes trust's reward
A sudden breeze
Makes restless the paper
Arresting pen's attention
Beckoning ideas to flow
Eyes gather more light
Urging ink's furrowed lines and space
Across waiting landscape
Tilled grounding embraces syllabic seeds
Eager to grow
Anticipating harvest to nourish other imaginings
Where the most arid of minds will moisten
Provide conception and development
Perpetuate linguistic fertility
Only destiny knows of full term
As gestation differs from mode to mode
But writers know birth's rewarding moment
Creation's initial cry
One's first draft
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raw and honest - how often do we leave well enough
alone? perhaps not often enough and yet, polish
appeals, shines our efforts;
as always, Odin, worth a great deal
john
Another enchanting write covering your subject completely, bravo.
Budd
SENSATIONAL!!
I am pretty certain we know each other
voices like this are everlasting
with their deep imprints
...and beautiful perfumes
Archaic Visions & Lambskin
Vickie