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Wednesday, February 06, 2008


Have you observed how keen the minds of youth
do seem to be? They notice all the things
we miss because we’re caught in our strict lives.
We miss their youthful search, I realize.

And artist is a child who’s grown but keeps
the vibrant mind of youth that’s full of dreams,
applying creativity to things
in ways mature, but still on Fancy’s wings.

An artist wipes the blackboard clean
and scrubs the moulded thoughts away.
An artist finds new ways of thought, unique
from previous ideologies and views.

An artist starts anew, fresh from the norms,
like children, learning everything again.

1 comment:

  1. This one was fun to write. I experimented with enjambment (line breaks in the middle of sentences). The first quatrain is an irregular arrangement of three sentences instead of four separate sentences or two larger sentences.


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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