Before you crumple and toss that half-completed sentence, give it a second chance. One tiny inkling might be the beginning of a bigger happening, a higher being and becoming…
Here is a little food for thought for you dreamers and creative spirits in the blog-o-sphere. Sometimes the best and brightest ideas go unrealized like the millions of stars that quietly expire while we sleep. If we, as artists, are fortunate enough to discover 10% of these stars in our lifetime, I think we will have been blessed beyond belief. Original ideas are rare but that may be because they do not see the light of day at the bottom of the trash can. An open mind illuminates not what’s missing, but what is already existing. Hope you enjoy the poem below!
Soundless words, steady slip-stream of silent conversation,
levitating used dictionaries, dog-eared pages transcend definition,
post-consumer paper waste, crumpled wads adrift in the asteroid belt of space.
Half-realized ideas, empty context, worn down eraser mistakes, blank shadow, no face.
Once the fabric of time rips open, the fracture can…
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