To get the ink flowing, sating the creative in me
I could share a tale of how constellations
First have to combine over the cosmos in a way that forms an image,
Drawing the best of my imagination;
But – as always – I’d be getting ahead of myself,
After all, to begin writing,
I’d need not look further than anything around me.
Really, the first thing I do
Is look inside myself while I’m looking out
Sure, the world around me
Provides excellent inspiration,
Both good and dark,
But if I’m honest with myself
(And I have to be, to write)
It’s the inner things,
My thoughts and experiences,
That I really draw upon.
… And draw upon them I do
With such fiendish precision.
Thoughts and feelings curating,
Procedurally generating …
Art, straight from the heart.
These thoughts, ideas, and emotions
Swirling and mixing inside me
Come pouring out in rivulets and swells.
They appear as nouns and axioms,
Run-on sentences and adverbs,
Semi-colons and hyperbole.
There are no rules, only the need
O.D. + tara caribou | ©2020
finally! A collaboration with O.D. at originaldante.