it was the ink, painting itself
the artist was a mere façade
for those who refuse to believe
creativity hangs in the air
searching for the one who is receptive
it could be you…
I keep getting asked how I think up my poetry. I hope the above verse explains it all
8 thoughts on “ink painting”
WOW! What a way to put it!
Beautiful play of words… Some are privileged to connect to the hanging creativity like you😇
It could be you… :)
Good one Sonya,creativity hangs in the air, searching for the one who is receptive.Poetry comes from practice I feel, the more one writes the easier it becomes.
Desire, effort and above all willingness are qualities of receptivity. So, yes practising your art is a must. Thank you Ranu.
I like your poem and the process she suggests.
Some of humanity’s most noble creations come *through*, not unlike the sap in rising in a tree, or the wind traveling through the reed.
All good wishes,
Beautifully described Robert. I could take many of your comments and make a poem out of them :)