Creative Release
Creative Release
I lift you old broad one
With a light wrist
as if you were a feather
that strokes the loins of soft pink flesh.
You coat my cover
With luscious color
As I wisk away the dust from yesterday
And makes new strokes on my daily canvas.
I play your strings so fragile
Yet you are loud and sometimes irritable
Or maybe it is my voice that’s imperfect
That resonates my fingers and bow
I touch the keys as if magic and
Immediately I am far away
In another time, another dance
Another sad song.
Still I come to this sheet
Filled with release
Spilling with emotion
Opening the door of creative life
And spewing simple words
On white sheets
Again to create and repeat
The energy of my soul.
Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2009
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