Creative Joy
is finding poetry
in everything
twisting the words
to carry vision, to
evoke a sense
of feeling in your
gut, the plumbing up
of goose bumps on
your skin
watching, the way
the wind flirts with
the grass, collides
with my breath, sends
a leaf tumbling down
the road, turns the
hair on my arms into
marionettes spinning
noticing, that sometimes
I get in my own way
seeing, when I
am the silk cocoon
wrapped around
the hungry caterpillar
of my own
heart
knowing,
that the sinew
sometimes binding
me to fear doesn't
weather rebellion
well, that the hull
of heaviness can
either be added to
or abated from
the whole,
that it only
can be loved
into action
it's the chase,
running down an
inside revolution,
footfalls on a
sidewalk at night,
chest heaving, heart
at a full-tilt tick,
the pull
of the pin
the release
the opening & closing
of the shutter, five, ten,
twenty times before you
are at peace with the
portrayal of the moment,
it's capturing it on the
first click,
the last brush stroke
sliding across the canvas,
ruled lines
waiting for the warmth
of your fist resting
between words
hitting your stride,
stumbling, giving in,
letting go, celebrating
your victories
& learning &
loving yourself
through your
defeats
it's the seed,
the roots & the bud
it's the flowering
of yourself
it's the process
it's the meaning
& the means
to a meaningful
life
from amanda
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