Creativity

CREATIVITY It’s like solving a puzzle Figuring out by introspection or divine providence Which word goes where and how it goes there ****, I’d trade a runner’s high for a punner’s high any day It’s better that way, at least for me An emotional dump and stress levels call life humpty dumpty This is my eighth poem in two days and I’m not even ready to Sleep. At least not any I can afford to lose And what’s more prison’s no excuse They can’t take this away from me Not as long as I have pen and paper Hell, even if they took that I could still compose Just a bit more ephemeral in general I suppose But it keeps me on my toes when the words I chose came together in the end. I won’t pretend it’s all about being brilliant It takes happy accidents and coincidental Turns of phrase like “turn of phrase” and “Happy accident” that have something poetical to em. I don’t create anything I just find the rhythm that occurs naturally, And actually, if I over think, it stinks, it’s ruined and wrecked, I move on to the next part and come back when I lack brain and have heart. I’d rather relieve my mind than my bladder Splatter my troubles onto the page and watch the rage disengage. The hardest part for me is knowing when to stop. Damn, I thought I had it but I’m compelled to write more. I’ll end at the end of this line for real this time.