Creativity’s Call
Timid man walks on life’s time-drawn lines.
Absentminded smile ponders a piece of life.
Learned reflexes follow age-old signs
That could be broken with a step like knife.
A mere suggestion, a doubt of convention.
A planted spore of seed, nurtured in thought.
A will to fresher ideas and invention
Than common worn-out life-defining rot.
Daring man paints the colors he chooses,
Picking how he himself wins and loses.
Daring man steps and walks a jagged road,
Charting the infinite chances bestowed.
Not any complacent fear will stall
A daring man following
A passion’s call.
August 4, 2010 at 11:20 am | Poetry | No comments