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TITLE: Where Inspiration Dwells | Previous Challenge Entry
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This blistering desire to create
Sometimes I go where inspiration dwells
No need to wonder at my mental state
It was a gift bestowed by First Inventor
This blistering desire to create
I’ve wrestled orange and sculpted pleasure
Resplendent and beaming in newly forged grooves
It was a gift bestowed by First Inventor
The process of human perfection moves
Clay and imagination upward and outward
Resplendent and beaming in newly forged grooves
Have you in orange ever meandered, explored?
Let loose; the thoroughfares run straight
Clay and imagination upward and outward
In fallen state, I tend to adulterate
The ego clouds; but in orange He propels
Let loose; the thoroughfares run straight
Inertia, languor—vibrancy repels
Joy is freely given, while pride man sells
The ego clouds, but in orange He propels
Sometimes I go where inspiration dwells
Sometimes I go where inspiration dwells
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Is this a terzanelle (modified villanelle)? I know they are extremely difficult to write and you've created one full of images with a haunting longing. You've made me desire to go this orange place "where inspiration dwells." I could willingly lose myself in your words.
Colin
This poem reminds me of something William Wordsworth wrote:
'Tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes!”
The flower’s beauty, its intoxicating fragrance is in a constant state of grace, because of the simple joy of being what it was made to be.
So to we strive to learn from the casual beautiful evidence that so effortlessly plays before us. Maybe we should be less like the Red Queen in Alice's Wonderland, always running in place - going nowhere. Maybe we should stand still and simply be.
to quote a gifted poet "Resplendent!"
Makes me want to be smarter in order to savor this even more.
Mona