Make creation itself your strange subject
Involve yourself in its old mystery
Conventional wisdom blithely reject
Paint potential as actuality
Read an egg as a map of the future
Incubate it in imagination
Color your brush, carefully to suture
Beginning to end of transformation
From egg to eye to mind to cool canvas
Let an idea first wait and then take wing
Hide the glide from abeyance to fullness
Then hear what has become silently sing
Conjure a bird from an egg with your mind
Leave the rusty cage of time far behind
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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“Make creation itself your strange subject Involve yourself in its old mystery Conventional wisdom blithely reject Paint potential as actuality Read an egg as a map of the future” I love this so much; I want to write it in lipstick on mirrors.
Oooo, this was so encouraging and abeyance is a new word for me. Loved your poem!