TENETS OF CREATIVITY

The content of each of the four elements Perception, Parturation, Publication and Participation are themselves expressed in a variety of poetic form .The cause and effect of creativity .the impulse that creates inspiration, followed by the parturition (berthing) of the image, idea, thought ,into an artform giving life so to speak ,in words. This primary purpose, the act of creativity, which is more important than whether it is considered 'valuable ' or is subjectively 'good' in someone else's eyes. Then proceeding on its secondary reason, complementary and (thus a further bonus )is the the 'communion' thereof , 'the icing on the cake ' ,via first publication, and then record ,and to its fulfilment ,as another 'reads' or sees that images,idea or thought that once resided within me, its participation with another person. The unique 'as is momen',of communion created.

PERCEPTION Shafts of light pierce the gloom inspiration speak Thos pictures in the mind paint my privat space A wel within-images, in the mind dreams and visions and things not known. mpressionistic inspiration in visualised expression rivers,rivers stream my min spring forth images,to fin Within the soul of my experienc Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy, waiting the warmth of encouragemen Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse Unshaped,until imagination's birth Bursts from the spring of my maturity. wake,arise ideas and fly free on imagination's unfettered wings blown to and forth,and settle where you will Ideas with nowhere to hide buried deep within long forgotten dreams ndistinct ,then becoming clear words & pictures coming near like petals on a stream;A fragrance that lingers within a passage of light to my soul,inspiration to make me whole From this confusion, the mosaic ideas harmonizes,delineated and etched as a pattern of thought, ribbon of inspiration settles as a verse From tumultuous discussions withi images strive for life as a new-born child wriggles from the womb.First an outline,then in silhouette,each unique line,a perceptible signature,so individual and more personal than a diary.This spontaneity impetuouslly releases the extrovert upon this page,squeezed out as rain in an arid world Artistic inspiration writes itself, as I merely provide the Mute and multiplied,thoughts trained and tamer,the subconscious becomes a workaday drama.A confusion then evolves into the particular and floats upon my page.

Simple symbols of self expression imagery in intuitive motifs a harmony of colour ..inspiratio of moods fused into metaphor In the silence I think, day dream I suppose..thoughts drift ias images..In this quiet am so alone ...awaiting some inspiration. One by one a word appears ..unannounced.As a chrysalis to a butterfly a poem to emerge..from a mosaic of memories to an inspiration surge Inflections... pauses.... silence.The unwritten gaps...the unsaid words.with graduated musical phrases as strophes of inspiration,berthed & cadenced in our ear.inspiration awaits an interlude flash and sparkle,an opportunity for bravura foreshadowed in half-closed eyes an otherworldly moment..

PARTURATION berthing the inpiration simultaneous visions,mutli-layered inspiration innovative coherence now apparent,broken syntax in semantic ambiguity...unresolved inspiration burn turns a spark from the tinder of imagination into a flame..a flame that gathers up experience burnishes and refines a nugget of emotion into an image, then crystallize as a phrase to become a spoken word a voice from the seeing eye bursts of creativity...short-lived...colourful caberets exercises in inspiration:fearless interaction of parody and in wordplay:interspersed crafting of sensibilities in ....incarnate .A now moment,instantaneous, parentage unknown,alive borne of inspiration.Scattered here and there,colours everywhere.The inner made outer.Inherent originality conceived,perceived,crystallised,the beneathnow in relief,of line,spot,point and dab upon a canvas,to dry before the eye.Succinct,complete of itself, never to be reproduced it stays unique,of me,for all to see.Of me,was once,this,must art elsewhere,forever did depart.I look upon it now,and wonder how!

PARTICIPATION Will my verse reach your ear can your eye stay the course listening,then writing my verse I awake ,content until the next time,the chords at my finger tips drift back and forth into a song.Take a deep breath,exhale and read between my lines An image alights as a butterfly in spring,a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.An idea resides to crystallize and brings each together as one.Does convention confound the rhythm of your eyes Oh to avoid convention's game make the image surreal upon my page.a Stop,dear reader in your stride,bring forth your imagination and join me on this ride.this in the realm of the mind,replete with thoughts inspiration thrives,discerns over spills,to reveal then configure and emerge:a fragrance to dwell,stay and perhaps haunt another

ENDWORD What intimacy is its cause,perhaps an immaculate conception of words;too swift to comprehend,see or recognise.The moment is therand then is not.Gone with the wind the seed of idea remains, to germinate and gestate,fanned by a mental fragrance of elation.Slowself-transcending a word into a phrase, a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme rides a waterfall of cadence,into a chasm of verse. Terse or long, the sonnet becomes a little song,struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon my page;a bastard-born of pain

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