Poem

Dawn of the Night… …Dark of the Day


Dawn of the Night Dark of the Day

Dawn of the night
Dark of the day
Death of the body
Rotting away
Death of the soul
Agonizing pain
Losing self
Enemy’s gain

Bones without flesh
Body without breath
Scattered to the winds
Life rescinds

Dark of the night
Dawn of the day
Death flees the body
Dig up the grave
Resurrected soul
No more stains
Finding self
Enemy’s pain

Bones collect flesh
Soul receives breath
Holistic health
Timeless wealth

This poem was written in response to The Reverie’s weekly prompt, which is the song, “Bones”, by MsMr.  As soon as I heard the song I fell in love with it. I knew I couldn’t let this one pass, so here it is.

Would love to know your interpretation hmmmmmm……

🙂

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You Inspire Me


You Inspire Me

 

I love to create. I believe we were made to create. It’s like a driving force within. There’s a certain high that comes with creating something. The inspiration high.

I have become a fan of the Ted Talks. I don’t like much of what is on TV, so when I want to relax and watch something, I go to YouTube and put on a Ted talk. Recently I watched the one by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’. She spoke about creativity and how it could be divinely inspired. She shared the following:

In ancient Greece and ancient Rome people did not happen to believe that creativity came from human beings back then. People believed that creativity was this divine attendant spirit that came to human beings from some distant and unknowable source for distant and unknowable reasons. The Greeks famously called these divine attendant spirits of creativity ‘Daemons’. Socrates famously believed that he had a Daemon who spoke to him from afar. The Romans had the same idea but they called that sort of disembodied spirit a ‘Genius’, which was great because the Romans did not actually think that a genius was a particularly clever individual, they believed that a genius was this sort of magical divine entity who was believed to literally live in the walls of an artist’s studio … and who would come out and invisibly assist the artist with their work and who would shape the outcome of that work (source).

Now I don’t believe that there are genius’ in the walls, but I do believe that creativity and inspiration is divine. Something that has been carved – breathed – into each of us. Like I mentioned in a past post, we all have an impulse to create. It’s in our veins.

Do you love to create? Do you believe that we were made to create? Where do you think creativity and inspiration comes from?

This poem was written in response to this week’s prompt of ‘The Reverie’ poetic publication journal. The challenge was to write a poem of 31 lines.