To all the rarified, interested few: I shall probably never cease my passion for creativity, its mystery, its origin, its process. This poem one more example of it in action. 🧘♀️ 🤔
Creative Streak
There are mysteries that never cease.
Not meant to be perceived or pierced;
Mysteries to be always, despite the many
Processing techniques we’re calling progress;
More at risk, defenceless, helpless
One might say, than ever,
We can never solve or conquer this.
‘Cause each positive contains its veto,
Every yes a no,
Nature never plumps for comfort –
Growth uncaring, stalked by slump.
Up/down, out/in, nature’s sport
That’s inherent in the way of things,
Increase bringing lessening,
A waning in the end.
Yet creativity Is always there.
Something new.
Born in you
And nature too.
Variations in a box!
Dynamics of the phoenix:
What a paradox –
In the end all being fixed.
Life invents and improvises. It adapts.
In somewhat primitive, creative seconds
The Intuitive streaks outwards
and humanity goes on.
One more tricky, cyclic mystery
Too baffling to explain.
Creative Streak 7.10, 2019 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 