Creativity’s Burden
Oct 6th, 2009 | By W.B. Burkholder | Category: Poetry | 1029 viewsThis fire
at times,
only an ember,
A compacted spark
set within a coal.
The refuse of
pure thought
pure innocence,
When the right breeze presents itself
it rises to the stars,
blue,
orange ,
licking the sky
dancing on breeze
on idea
and inspiration.
It warms my body
my being.
It is the summation
of my subjective
identity.
Life and love,
heartache and regret,
victory and defeat
and so much more
stoke these flames of creativity.
I cannot deny their draw,
I cannot abandon
this,
my passion,
and I never shall.
A love-hate relationship,
at times
intermingled with
doubt
and despair,
not so rare in the larger terms of things.
I claim no corner
on this life
of literary desolation.
Each
who plies the paper
with indigos and Indias ,
and a poet’s blood,
know the score
and result of creativity’s burden.
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A Burden Tat I am Honored and Privileged to carry with my NoteBook and My Pen! Great Poem Bill! I Loved it!