power, poetry & Passion

Poetry written by me; December 05, 2023.

Finally getting to post it on my blog March 12tth, 2025

Back story stuff

*cue in the worlds smallest violin*

I could not create when i was happy. Is that not a curse in itself. I gave birth to this piece when i was in the deepest writers block known to mankind and worse i was also happy, the conundrum (Conundrum – a confusing or difficult problem or question).

Very much knee deep into mythology, I could relate to Persephone and i thought in order to create would i always trade my joy.

I remember as a kid temporarily obsessed with the kids show “Barney & friends”. The core memory i carry to current day is the power of imagination.

I saw a question that posed “How do images move and transfer” – pause.

The answer might not be what is obvious.

Well, you are on my blog to hear my thoughts so here is what i think, For an image to move and transfer imagination is required.

Imagination to envision within you

I believe that is the true birth, the first move, the true loves kiss before following its whispered traces, breathing life on a canvas or paper

Playing tunes on an instrument or clay

When all is said and done, you will look back at your creation always remembering

Where you were, what you saw, what you heard and why you chose to create

Treat your imagination like it is alive because it is. And if it feels dead… well, sucks to be you

lol, just kidding its 4;45 am

Your imagination is not dead, its just lost, dormant, waiting for you to come home. You go back home in the simple ways. Like lightening you would see it before you hear it. But sometimes we tend to push it down and away due to factors like; rent, capitalism, lactose intolerance, in-laws…..

It shows like lightening in *INSPIRATION*

what inspires you and what does not inspire you, because you can be inspired by something so uninspiring like a certain painter from a certain popular animation that featured animal anuses in a certain restaurant.

It could be small as drawing a circle or writing the jargons that rests on your mind. let it not make sense, let it not be perfect, just make.

Dearest treasured reader,

I hope this provided some level of insight and inspiration.

*magically hands you a sword*

Go forth and conquer thine brain rot!!

And if no one has told you today,

I love you indubitably.

Always in your the spaces in between,

Poppy :3