Beyond the Bezone Wordle
Searching for the unknown
I lean over the edge of the abyss
Stare into the inky darkness
A voice asks
What is it you seek
Ideas spin
Simple not gaudy
Common becomes unique
To see for the first time
To dig deep
To fill burrows with ideas
How little can I say
And you will understand me
Find a way that is different
One I have not traveled
Yet still my own
I take each step unafraid
Where yellow breaks through
I will look for purple
Seek the magic glow
Try to get it "right"
Someone whispers
The heart murmurs
The scale undulates
What I seek cannot be measured
It isn't in a book
I teeter on the edge
Look for balance
Exactly where I should be
I get it right or
I plunge to my death
I play for keeps
Upon the pure white plane
8 comments:
This is a wonderful journey poem, Annell. I think one always questions what it is that we seek, and the answer is different at different times. But we do have to take each step unafraid. I must admit the ending (death) was a little disconcerting, but then again death always is.
Wow! Annell. This captures the entire creative process. And yes, when the idea doesn't make it to completion, there is a small death that occurs. But, you honor it well. Brava! You used the wordle words in excellent fashion,
Elizabeth
The creative journey...ahhh "upon the pure white plane"...lovely words!
So beautiful, Annell. Well done!
So much in this Annell. Excellent poem from the Wordle--the creative process is always ongoing I think--we never will know the destination, I hope.
Annell, beautiful poem filled with lovely images.
Pamela
playing for keeps is the only way to truly live eh?
Annell, This is so very lovely. Your use of color is exquisite. I love how soft his makes me feel.
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