CreationA Poem by alanwgrahamA take on creativityCreation
Every so often This gift - or curse Of mine creeps up real slow Then .. wow!
The universe explodes Coruscatingly, goads Each sense And hence Delectable sweet and sour Each waft of scent promising heaven on earth no dearth of bliss but putrid stench the foul downside!
My gimlet eyes roving, spies too, too much! And as for touch A blind man’s torch And as for call of thrush A rush of ecstasy, lush music to my ears
Wee small hours I wake, I write All night! Torrents of words spill fill page on page No rules of rhyme or metre To slow The flow!
But what is starting to amaze Is, that it’s no craze of mind unhinged
the doors of perception have been opened for good! © 2016 alanwgrahamReviews
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9 Reviews Added on April 10, 2016 Last Updated on April 10, 2016 AuthoralanwgrahamScotland, United KingdomAboutMarried with three kids, I retired early from teaching physics but have always enjoyed mountains. In my forties I experienced a manic episode which kick-started a creative urge. I've written a novel .. more..Writing
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