smells like fresh mown grass on a breezy summer day with blue, blue skies
or, in another frame of mind it smells like rain turning up the earth, piercing buds of growth to nurture them to come forth
tastes like chocolate, dark chocolate that is rich and smooth, sweet and bitter, complex and enjoyable, melting on your warm tongue
looks like a rainbow and a kaleidoscope of colours in a prism reflecting in on itself - or is that too cliche? or, it looks like a blank page of possibilities, a curse for how to fill it, and a blessing providing the landscape to showcase your brilliance
sounds like a river flowing over rocks, sometimes rushing, sometimes stopping, sometimes crashing down to fall like thunder, or then like a trickle, a drip, an annoying drip, drip, drip that won't leave you alone until you do something about it
feels, it does. It has a life of its own. It feels hard yet joyous. Eager, like a naive child in innocence looking forward to the first day of school. Excited and sweaty palmed. Racing heart. Like freedom rushing through your whole body, electrifying you, and when it leaves, you're lost.
Creativity. It means so many things. It can be a compliment or an insult, depending on who is wielding the judgement.
By Catherine Elder
No comments:
Post a Comment