4. Poetry is an ever expanding ocean, begging ever more creatures to swim in its swirling depths.
Robert J. Lindley
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I look up into the sky. As a paint brush swirls half heartedly around in my mind. I see a family of robins flying by, silhouettes of past lovers in the clouds, castles of the working class, and warmth. All the things I dream of, wish for, dwell on. And don't have. My canvas is blue. The pigments mixed with tears. The sun now setting. Time is my enemy. Beyond the horizon an army of depression is at battle. My soldiers are blue.
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'A writer writes, always!' Write for ANY reason, just write! I believe we are special tools for the Creative Conscience, and learning to hear that voice begins by just articulating or activating, and staying attuned to what happens. Put the pen to paper - or fingers to the keyboard - see where it takes you, and apply those results to your puddle of wisdom... swirl it, dip your toes, taste the sweet and bitter. Yes - just DO it!
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