My design

we all must create something

I acquire the key to infinity when the tip of my pen runs across the canvas

I dare not claim I have control of what surfaces for I do not

The union between my mind and finger tips is enigmatic

I feel nothing but compulsion to answer their every call

It is impossible to ignore such enticing proposals

For the canvas must be filled and a piece shall be created

The pen will be led as it sways on the surface

Leaving a monochrome of strokes as it glides on each path

I cannot apprise as to why I perform such tasks

Probably I hope to attain some form of meaning from them

As I establish every inscription I wonder what they denote

They are somewhat an extension of myself

They a part of me which must be regularly recreated

They are ideas which must be presented

They are emotions which must be expressed

To those with lesser interests they may not mean much

Yet they remain and forever will be my design

Author's Note

we all have our purpose in this world

Reviews

[red93]

Very interesting thoughts and ideas on Creativity and the Creative mind. Seamus Heaney used to say that his Poetry came from 'somewhere else'. Excellent.

[Quill]

indeed, i actually do feel no one really knows where the ideas, thoughts or concepts comes from, i think what everyone knows is that they are compelled to create