I Try To Be Creative

I try to be creative in a variety of ways: having found each new creation as if an infant – and who can resist? Not limiting myself...yet, poetry draws me back: something cathartic about the slush of words... the sting of cold crystals – and then the thawing as my mind transitions to a satisfying warmth, basking in regenerative phrases – for the moment entirely free from the communal bogs... I often wonder of God... whether or not He has His favorites – the writer, the critic...or those All Knowing Editors – who choose gold crowns over my usual one of thorns....