The source of creativity is often wondered about and I have pondered the same for myself. As whatever creative moments I have tend to occur in the latter part of the day and in fact during the night, here is a poem with part explanation.
Creative Edge
Approaching the delicious, gentle,
oblivion of sleep,
accompanied with the events of the
day,
in their turn sliding into the beckoning
deep,
released with a burst of a creativity
way.
Half consciously repeating some
actions,
with half remembered and new details,
applying personal interpretations,
creating unique travails.
Nothing escapes the pull of the
black vacuum,
except a flash of unique productivity,
from the event horizon showroom,
to the brain’s source of creativity.
Enjoy the margin between wake and sleep,
free the mind to possibilities,
revel in the coming of the deep,
and apply the experienced
novelties.
©David L
Atkinson July 2024
God Bless
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