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A Poem about Creativity

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photo of my creating hand

photo of my creating hand

I am trapped in the radiance of brutal angels

Lonely in the spaces between creations

I make my own world as flimsy shelter

Doors, walls, roofs made broken

Sun, rain, breeze falls into me

The universe hides in my fingertips

I hold tightly on, marooned with the angels

Silence dancing without me

Butterflies scratching at the blackboard,

Waiting for me to create again.

 

You will find I am still writing this poem

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