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Create like a Child
"My drawing was not a hat. It was a boa
constrictor digesting an elephant."
~ Le Petite Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I.
When Art first called my name
I thought I was dreaming, lying
in the middle of a field in England
barely tapping adolescence.
As I grew, critics demanded to know
how that was considered Art;
why it was worth so much when
their three-year-old could draw it.
No answer was adequate
to convey an inner recognition
it was Art in its pure essence
because Words didn't exist.
Adults teach children to withhold
Truth more than peer pressure;
compression squeezes expression
from a personal Work in Progress.
One day I knew I'd write about it.
II.
There’s a time in a Poet’s life when
a blank page becomes the wait;
the need for Words to manifest
amid the emptiness of Being.
A Work in Progress so becoming
personification couldn't convey
nor imagery Create an acceptance
to Surrender beyond Knowledge.
From Patience comes the Source
of Words, the beginning of Being,
the beauty of interpretation vibrating
past ego onto the waiting page;
Connection with the Known Unknown
activated by the conception of Art.
Critics were right in one accord:
a three-year-old can do that.
In a materialistic age of embellishment
it was Art's sole purpose to begin with.
That's the day you write about it.
~
Inspiration for completion:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/272655-work-in-progress/
constrictor digesting an elephant."
~ Le Petite Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I.
When Art first called my name
I thought I was dreaming, lying
in the middle of a field in England
barely tapping adolescence.
As I grew, critics demanded to know
how that was considered Art;
why it was worth so much when
their three-year-old could draw it.
No answer was adequate
to convey an inner recognition
it was Art in its pure essence
because Words didn't exist.
Adults teach children to withhold
Truth more than peer pressure;
compression squeezes expression
from a personal Work in Progress.
One day I knew I'd write about it.
II.
There’s a time in a Poet’s life when
a blank page becomes the wait;
the need for Words to manifest
amid the emptiness of Being.
A Work in Progress so becoming
personification couldn't convey
nor imagery Create an acceptance
to Surrender beyond Knowledge.
From Patience comes the Source
of Words, the beginning of Being,
the beauty of interpretation vibrating
past ego onto the waiting page;
Connection with the Known Unknown
activated by the conception of Art.
Critics were right in one accord:
a three-year-old can do that.
In a materialistic age of embellishment
it was Art's sole purpose to begin with.
That's the day you write about it.
~
Inspiration for completion:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/272655-work-in-progress/
Published 26th May 2017
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26th May 2017 7:47pm
26th May 2017 8:00pm
N so you touched on my truest bein...
"Childlike" I've been criticized as such forever n a day...I love, love, love this my dearest A... :)
"Childlike" I've been criticized as such forever n a day...I love, love, love this my dearest A... :)
Anonymous
27th May 2017 2:42am
I've always considered drawing a hobby that was for myself and not for sale. It's therapeutic and allows you to focus. And what's better than drawing subjects you enjoy looking at for hours on end? These things are the real payoffs.
I see others selling similar original drawings on EBAY for $10 to $25 and I cringe at how little they value their work let akone time and energy.
I see others asking for $$$Hundreds and I'm like Seriously, you think you're the only one who can do what you do?
I would rather keep them, hang them up around my home and give them away before I die.
Given the ease of printing nowadays, poetry is something I can see selling. But only for enough in return to keep my days open for more writing. If was independently wealthy, I would donate the earnings to animal shelters.
I see others selling similar original drawings on EBAY for $10 to $25 and I cringe at how little they value their work let akone time and energy.
I see others asking for $$$Hundreds and I'm like Seriously, you think you're the only one who can do what you do?
I would rather keep them, hang them up around my home and give them away before I die.
Given the ease of printing nowadays, poetry is something I can see selling. But only for enough in return to keep my days open for more writing. If was independently wealthy, I would donate the earnings to animal shelters.
27th May 2017 11:37am
Compression squeezes expression
From a personal work in progress...
I have read this lines a thousand times and I seem to get new insight each time.
Deep.
Thank you for sharing.
From a personal work in progress...
I have read this lines a thousand times and I seem to get new insight each time.
Deep.
Thank you for sharing.
27th May 2017 10:02pm
This is a great subject to write about, this poem is a great inspiration to do that.....
Anonymous
27th May 2017 10:11pm
a reminder which tore at my heart with content subtly..thank you, dear love, for your passionate invocations.
30th May 2017 2:51am
I was drawn to the title of this, just the idea, to be able to create like a child with the freedom and lack of self-consciousness. I'll be mulling this one over for a little while.
23rd Oct 2017 2:31pm
When we are young we never question creativity, our creativity just is... but as we grow our dreams and ambitions begin to flourish, often influenced and tainted by adults and peers, and we start asking ourselves all these serious questions, like... where does creativity come from? Perhaps the answer is simply... creativity begins with life. The purpose of our creativity and our motives to create then lead us to another question... why do we create? It's taken me a while to figure this out, but I think the answer to this question is found somewhere in the answer to another question... why do we live?
I thought this poem was excellent, Ahavati. I really liked where your inspiration came from for this poem and could see the connection with the story of The Little Prince and the message your beautiful poem offers. Creativity is priceless and best experienced with an open mind in the company of a child. I'm stoked I stumbled across this piece. Thank you.
I thought this poem was excellent, Ahavati. I really liked where your inspiration came from for this poem and could see the connection with the story of The Little Prince and the message your beautiful poem offers. Creativity is priceless and best experienced with an open mind in the company of a child. I'm stoked I stumbled across this piece. Thank you.
23rd Oct 2017 2:38pm
Thank you for braving the archives and such a generous comment, Case. I appreciate it, and am glad you connected. Le Petite Prince will always remain one of my favorite books. I even have the French version. 📖
