I Really Needed A Poem Oh, Give me a poem where the beat doesn’t roam Where the lines and the stanzas do play Where sonnet’s sublime and the antonyms rhyme and pentameters more than okay A Poem! A Poem! Where the lines … Continue reading
I met my new love.
Lost in all the yesterdays of words
I have heard and spoken again.
Lost inside thesis brought to life.
Flush from solitude.
Rebirthed from the aches that lay naked
inside the echoes of your absence.
Words emptied and free
pouring forth the battles of gladiators
with no expectations of what is next.
Here am I Words reminding me
“questions are the only answers we need.”
My new love
Found in the breaths between.
The words whispered of doing it wrong.
Found in the lessons taught to your daughter
letting me know I can.
Assuring me I will.
That you want to know all of what makes me, ME.
My new love
An old love once more
Awash in your words
walking through Paris in the Rain.
This, this is my love letter to you.
Spoken of words,
my words intimate,
in murmurs sweet
kissed in the shadows of the Louvre
Footnote: This poem is an homage to the art form of spoken word poetry and some of my favorite pieces (all links above). Make sure to check out these incredible wordsmiths and performers: Anis Mojgani, Alysia Harris, Sarah Kay. Todays Tuesday Talent Tribute.
I believe poetry has the ability to blend creativity and logic into articulated expression. Or as Robert Frost so aptly wrote, a poem “begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”
There is possibility inherent
in this blank page
This canvas awaiting touch
Of pen and brush
Colors flush to life
An ancient love awakened
A good friend of mine has graced me with an opportunity to flex my creative muscles on a few of her projects. I am so grateful for the challenges. And I do mean challenges.
First off are character designs for her animated screen play concept. I hadn’t a clue where to begin. I had brief descriptions of her characters and plotline but that was it. I didn’t know how to create characters for animation. I needed guidance so I picked the brain of the only expert I knew for a little advice, direction on what to draw, industry standards etc. (Thank you K).
After which I mocked up some very rough sketches to see if how I envisioned the characters was in line with my friend’s creative vision. Let me just say in one short weekend I gained an enormous admiration for comic artists, animators, hell anyone who creates a character and draws and redraws them in the various episodes of the storyline. WOW!
Interestingly it sparked a conversation with my friend about her characters. I had envisioned them, well some of them, slightly differently then she had, particularly the main character. She explained what she saw and I explained why I came to my conclusions. This, interestingly enough, made her think.
There is something organic in the process of creative collaboration that I can’t get enough of. Each person adding a piece which blended together produces something new. It is the birth process, ultimately giving life to a new creation. Hopefully in this case an animated movie concept that the studios will love and produce. At which point someone far more skilled then I can take over animating the characters for the movie.
Next up, was coloring flat sketches for bag designs she and her business partner created for their new venture. This was a far more familiar task. I loved getting the colors set and textures defined. I even added a few creative suggestions of my own as well. I can’t seem to keep my two cents to myself. And admit I enjoy being a muse. Too bad it doesn’t pay full time.
I have also been writing a lot of poetry as of late; which I haven’t done since high school. And thankfully have a friend (Ex English teacher) to collaborate, critique and edit my words. I can’t thank her enough. This creative collaboration has challenged me to think and rewrite again and again each time gaining strength and momentum till I end up with a piece I am proud of.
So this weekend I encourage you to put yourself out there, flex your creative muscles, and give birth to new creations. And if you are lucky enough to have fellow creative conspirators to play with… all the better. Inspire one another to greater heights and mold your inimitable magic into something new and unleash it unto the world.
Blast from This Blogs Past
The Weekend Reading List
- Paris In Four Months ~ If you are a Francophile then this website will become an addiction.
- Let Them Steal ~ Photographer David Duchemin tackles an interested debate about watermarks and protecting your work. After dedicating enormous time to watermarking everything I finally gave up. Now I fall in David’s camp.
- What Fashion Owes Reality ~ Danielle Meder writes about walking the line between Aspiration and reality and the ever common debate of what constitutes Real Beauty. This gal has it all beauty, brains and talent. Check her out.
A Little Something Extra
Image: Equation by DCT, Poem: First blush by DCT
I am building a Shrine
To my own divinity
Feet firmly on solid ground
Rooting into myself
I bear the weight of my undoing
Trust in my unknowing
Space surrounds me in time
speaking with a tongue remembered
Taste, touch the between
Take in your breath.
Inhaling these truths deep
Take your time in telling the tale
Sleep, eat, drink in the person who is yourself.
With sweet reverence
Fiercest wisdom coaxed
Be soft, tender, vulnerable
Wide open to hope
I lay naked
wings spread wide
there is nothing to gain in shying away from your soul.
It’s time to dance
It’s time to remember
Patterns of birth and being
Woven through ordinary days
buried long ago for safe keeping
Melts into my bones
my frame built of knowledge
Wisdom spliced from genes
Rising from the ashes
Burning from the center of longing
a tremor deep inside beckons
the missing memories of
Its blissful ache
Black and White
the “I AM”
it’s all yours
This process of remembering
The whispered words from within
What you have always known
The collective wisdom of the cosmos has always been yours
Do you hear it?
The sultry voice of redemption
A heart decided
Sidenote: I want to give a nod to Jeanette LeBlanc who says “shamelessly steal from those who inspire you and then use your own inimitable magic to mold their words into something entirely new”. Whose blog devoured sped me on this poetic course starting with her words build a shrine to your own divinity from her post Uncommon Sense: Romance Your Own Mystical Soul.