This line has been going through my head all week. It’s been a mantra. Over and over it plays, demanding to be taken places from innocence to tragic.
It’s the creative process. A word, a phrase, a sentence can all mean different things to different people and at different times. If you let a thing, have more than one meaning or project more than one image, that thing can become bigger than it was before.
In every day life there are things that can be expressed as a poem – that strange language that compresses words, creates images, and builds feelings. Not all poems have to be about the great truths of the world – sometimes the great is in the mundane. In skilled hands a flower or a child running through the grass, can impart more truth than all the words of all…
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