Posts Tagged ‘creatively’

Weirdly, He’s Probably Like Me: Revolutionary Blogging Lament

October 24, 2016

I went to the Library,
a haven to write poetry
quietly.
Aren’t these supposed to be
since Carnegie?

He came loudly,
spoke telephonely,
passively aggressively
disturbing me.

I, politely,
gently,
shakingly,
said he was disturbing me
and my thoughtful creativity.

He was not happy,
confronting me
aggressively.
Sadly.

He is, probably,
weirdly,
a lot like me.
Us could be
a creative we.

But he’s rude
(or ignorant)
and I try not to be.

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Precious Words: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

May 21, 2015

They’re precious to me,/
so I use words sparingly/
or creatively.

The Oracle Solves A Creative’s Dilemic Conundrum: Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

May 5, 2015

Through life’s woods
I wandered.
Down a path
not-often trodden,
I stumbled,
soul-searching,
burdened,
sorrowing,
because of rejection,
because of loneliness.

In a still glen,
facing my feelings,
fearing,
confused,
I found her,
an oracle
in blue.

I asked honestly
for others perceptions
of me.

Pause.
Had I offended?
The oracle spoke:
“You view the world differently.
Creatives see things
creatively.
And thus, you are,
typically,
misunderstood.”

“What you as a creative see,
you view with variety
and clarity.”

“Some use a paintbrush,
some a pencil or pen
some use a sculptor’s tool,
some a potter’s wheel,
some a keyboard or strings.
Some see the world
through a wide angle
or a macro
or a telephoto lens.”

“But what you see,
you can capture
and share
with the world
who is blind,
or at least myopic
or farsighted
or mono-colored.”

“Because you do that,
we in the world who have ears,
may hear;
and having eyes,
may see.
And having minds,
may understand.
And having souls,
may feel
and grasp
and learn
and know.”

“That’s why creatives,
though you’re misunderstood,
though you’re criticized,
though you’re shunned,
by some,
must always exist.
That’s why
you must always persevere.”

“Because without you,
the world would miss
what we otherwise
might see
or hear
or feel
or experience
and understand.”

As she spoke
those words,
the truth,
I reeled
under the torrent
and weight
of responsibility.

At the same time,
I felt my burden lifted.
I felt my rejection taken.
I felt,
again,
fire in my veins
and joy
in my heart.

Though I’m often alone
on that solitary path,
I’m not lonely.

I now know
and accept
that it is okay
to see
and write
what others might not.
Even if I’m rejected,
by some,
others will see.

I’ll share,
not in a condescending way,
not in reprimand,
not in a “you must see that
this this way,
or you’re wrong”.

Not asking them to
“be better”,
because they are
as they are,
just
as I am
as I am.

Instead, I’ll give
my words,
my thoughts,
my feelings
in a kind,
loving,
sharing way.

I’ll say:
“Look at this thing
I see.
Look what I found!
Come share it with me.”

Just like she,
visionary oracle,
in her wisdom,
helped me see
the opportunity
and responsibility
I bear
as I live,
and share,
my life honestly,
with integrity,
creatively.

You’ve Still Got It: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Iambic Haiku

October 15, 2010

When you decide you’ve/
still got it creatively,/
then you can call me.

Key Strokes Set Innards Drooling: Romantic IMprov Poem

July 7, 2010

You know IMing/
puts a lot of pressure on me,/
because I now have to be/
creatively/
over the top/
at the drop/
of a hat,/
and I can’t always do that./

(Who am I fooling?/
Of course I can! /
I can set innnards drooling/
with a few key strokes of my hand!)