Born to be creative
Or so I thought
The average person
May say I am not
Born for logic-
I believed it was possible
But all around
My friends and teachers deny it
What was I born for?
Who am I?
Stuck in between
A Jill of all trades
Sure I write poems
Express my true thoughts
But structure is key
Deviation is not
I’ve always wondered
How they do it-
The creative minds,
Adored throughout history
How do they flow
With such beautiful words?
Elegant and sporadic
Are concepts foreign to me
What’s wrong with trying?
I want to sample
Two days inside
A creative mind
No bounds, no walls,
Or windows to hold me
Deviation the purpose
Logic flying away
No goal in my mind
A heart filled with freedom
I have discovered
Much more than a sample
Curious Callie:
Most interesting and entertaining presentation of ideas. Giving it an "I Like It" vote.
The following lines and the reasoning expressed in them seemed most metaphysical and filled with irony and contradiction:
Two days inside
A creative mind
No bounds, no walls,
Or windows to hold me
Deviation the purpose
Logic flying away
To be inside of anything is, by definition, to be constrained by bounds and walls. Even the most creative mind, if sane, has structure, logic and limits. The product of such minds mystify others but not the person possessing or who is possessed by it. Or, at least, I don't think so. Anyway. Good job.
Looking forward to reading your future postings.
Happy trails,
Ed Bradley.
Posted: Dec 4, 2007
James Gagiikwe
(not registered user)
Hi Curious,
My first thought on reading the title? Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water - only Jill decided it was better to build a pipeline, and got Jack to do all the hard work. Smart Jill.
Substance without structure is merely a fart, a noxious cloud annoining others.
To be in another's mind is by invitation only; and surprise! - we find structure and chaos, deliberation and randomness, just like in our own minds.
An atom is infinitesimal, yet intensly complex. A child is nurtured in its mother's womb till birth, contrained, yet always progressing, always becomeing more complex. And yet its greatest creativity lies before it - to become a person.
Without boundaries, our thoughts are so much hot air, disipating, disapearing into random molecules. Real creativity takes discipline.
Some of the most powerful poetry I have read is 'free verse". It seems to have to structure, no rhyme; yet it took the authors intense discipline to say what they have said, and yet have it seem so laid back.
A Jill of asll trades may find that she is building pipelines where others are still trudging up and down hill.
James gagiikwe
Posted: Dec 5, 2007
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