Life is a process. Creativity is a process. Poetry is life.
I find it amazing that I can have ideas, thoughts and images in my head that I transform into solid words. I can write those words as symbols using letters. Someone else who I have never seen can come along and scan those symbols, fused in ink upon a page, and translate them back into thoughts, ideas and images. They can communicate the same visions and feelings I was having at the time.
My visions are frozen into concrete meaning forever.
Long after I am gone people will be able to scan those symbols and understand what was going on in my head.
Isn’t that astounding?
From the universe within my head I speak to the universe within your head via coded messages.
I hope we see the same pictures!
I Hold my Breath
I hold my breath
And exhale it into these words
Trapped in ink upon a page.
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