Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Creative Conformity

Creative Conformity, an oxymoron.
No other explanation for I cannot fathom this term in any other way
What has already been, cannot be construed as creative.
And conformity has been done
And done
And done
And done
And done.
Overdone, to the point of ridiculousness.
Nothing creative about it.
If you ask me.
But what do I know?
I am only a poet,
An artist,
A painter,
A designer,
And a dreamer.
So please
Do not ask me.
Go inside your heart
And get the answer.
 
Written  10-09-2018                                Contest:  Creative Conformity
                                                              Sponsor: John Lawless

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Jan Allison November 13, 2018 at 3:27 PM Many congrats caren:-) hugs Jan xx Caren Krutsinger November 13, 2018 at 4:13 PM Thank you Jan.

Line Gauthier November 12, 2018 at 6:29 PM Congrats on your win, Caren. Well done. Caren Krutsinger November 12, 2018 at 8:19 PM Thank you Line.

John Lawless November 11, 2018 at 7:42 PM Caren, that final couplet is the perfect "return of service" to this contest theme. Thanks for participating in the contest Caren Krutsinger November 11, 2018 at 9:13 PM Thank you John. I appreciate it.

Rhona Mcferran October 9, 2018 at 11:35 AM Love this one- another FAV! ;) Caren Krutsinger October 9, 2018 at 11:35 AM You and I are on here at exactly the same time my friend! This popped up as I was typing an answer to M.L. I shall try to keep up....

M. L. Kiser October 9, 2018 at 10:29 AM Oh this is good...I hate creatively conforming; try religiously not, to do it. We all have no choice in classes but, I refer out of the box. Good luck in that contest. Caren Krutsinger October 9, 2018 at 11:35 AM Thank you M.L. This one came to me suddenly and draped its crazy arms around my shoulders, not releasing me until it was written.