Ever feel that pressure
to be creative?
But you have no idea what you are supposed to do
to ease it?
Like trying to plug in something when
you cannot see the plug in?
You fumble about
sure that you were just about to connect
then it just doesn’t happen.
You would be frustrated
but it has happened so many times
you just walk away.
Barely a shrug to your shoulders
a dispassionate ‘whatever’
and like an old cat
you find somewhere to curl up.
yeh?
But it keeps pressing on me
write it
paint it
where is that camera?
these creative pricks that do not leave me
alone.
Express yourself.
Art is like oxygen
breath!
Why? What do you want from me!
and for no reason, I write, with no idea
where it is going.
And the answer comes, suddenly, between lines.
I am on the last word.
And I hear.
“To live…”
INTO THIS DEEP 