Bubbling cauldrons
Of emotion
Feverish words
Struggling to form a sentence
Running and Slipping
And falling yet again
Careless
In their hurry
To Think
Dreaming
Of works
So perfect Utopian
Yet...
So hard
It drains
Not your Mind but your Heart
Sucking blood and memory
From its core.
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Feeling this poem with you Maya.
“Feverish words
Struggling to form a sentence
Running and Slipping
And falling yet again
Careless
In their hurry
To Think”
Yes, indeed.
Hello Maya, - or is it Ayesha? I made contact with your blog through the reference on the alt_ed_india group, where your name was given as Ayesha. I don’t mind.
I don’t know about “you obviously write too”. Writing comes and goes for me. It is not something that I feel I can control, or even decide to do. Or rather if I do try and force it, it never flows well.
How about you? And what do you feel is the inspiration for your poems and prose? I cannot believe that it comes from reading Roald Dahl!
Why do you use the title “Bird Droppings” for your Blog? Rather undignified!
Regards
Clive
PS For some reason I cannot send this my email to noreply-comment@blogger.com, it gets returned. So posting it on your site.
It is interesting, this question "just what is creativity?" On this web page:
http://www.kurzweilcyberart.com/poetry/rkcp_akindofturingtest.php3
there are a number of poems, some written by humans, some by computer. You can try and guess which are which. Tell me how many you get right, if you try it. I once tried.
Clive
Clive
The link doesn't work. But I went to the homepage and found some poetry written by the machine. I dont know, but it didn't seem to appeal to me in any way!
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