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Creativity.
The painter has her canvas and her brushes to reveal,
to all the world the glory that creation makes her feel.
The poet has a notebook and his pencils to record
the wonder that he finds within, the beauty seen abroad.
Composers have their octaves and notation to explore
the tonal echoes of the world that they in living saw.
But I have just my mind and time, one moment to create,
myself a little happiness before it is too late.
In living or in dying I remain forever free,
to be endlessly creating the person I will be.
For the creative part of living makes me truly whole
and I can know no greater art, than is the human soul.
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Well yes it ispossible that I have the tools of a poet, or maybe I am slowly gaining them. However this poem was written with its ultimate intended audience as people who are not poets, the bulk of humanity.
Thanks for responding to both my poems.
What an interesting name, I realise that much of my poetry is not what you would call grand, it is not meant to be, it is meant to be easily understood, it is meant to communicate with many people, not just the few who can get inside my head or who share my knowledge base. I do right more seriois peotry and maybe I will post some here. Thanks for reading and for the kind words.
Thanks for leaving a comment, but I am sorry to say I do not understand it, as far as I can see each couplet of the the poem rhymes, not just the first half. Could you explain more fully what you mean.
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