31 July 2012
Creativity sharpening its blades.
Colors adding detail to a dull a parade.
More real than any charade.
Its your say, make it a game or a day.
Words precious order leaning your way.
Struggling capturing those feelings on page.
Waltzing in your head, begging.
For the words to be said. Absorbed in words & lead.
Thoughts sparking off what you've just read.
Imaginations reaching to be fed.
Countless ideas with no idea how to start.
Reaching into the mind, going so far.
I've drawn & I play a wild card.
Creativity's Wild Card • Opuss № I