Poetry

Some days there is no point in trying to do anything creative because it will turn into a crap heap.  I got up this morning and stared at this screen for a long time... then I surfed the internet. I find it really hard to spin or knit or weave... too constructed. So I didn't think that any creativity would be successful today. But it is weird how things come on you...

Recently, I have not wanted to spin or weave or knit because it feels too constructive and not free flowing enough.  Poetry which is always a good outlet is generally a formed thing and too constructive. Instead I have wanted to apply paint to canvas... the feel of the paint sliding over the canvas fulfills the creative need in me I am working on a new painting.... the first time in a long time that I have laid down paint in any way. I started the other day with a coat of underlay to cover the paint on the painting that I had created a while back... one with which I have not been happy. But it is not finished as is normal... it takes time to work through a painting. today I thought about that painting that I started the other day and thought that might be my successful outlet for creativity today. Wrong!

Meantime I have wanted creativity in my life again and for the last while I have felt dry... shriveled up inside where it counts... So I am feeding that side of me again and it is working.... sometimes it doesn't feel like it is working well but at least it's working a little... and so I wrote a poem... it is not one of my better ones but it will do.


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