CREATIVITY

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY

PERCEPTION PARTURATION PUBLICATION PARTICIPATION

 

     

By Brian Strand

spontaneous moments alight as thoughts

COPYRIGHT

All the poetry in this ebook are my copyright 2018

INTRODUCTION

This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four elements Perception, Parturation, Publication and Participation are themselves expressed in a variety of poetic form .The cause and effect of creativity .the impulse that creates inspiration, followed by the parturition (berthing) of the image, idea, thought ,into an artform giving life so to speak ,in words.

This  primary purpose, the act of creativity, which is more important than whether it is considered 'valuable ' or is subjectively 'good' in someone else's eyes.

Then proceeding on its secondary reason, complementary  and (thus a further bonus )is the the 'communion' thereof , 'the icing on the cake ' ,via first publication, and then record ,and to its fulfilment ,as another 'reads' or sees that images,idea or thought that once resided within me, its participation with  another person. The unique  'as is momen',of communion created.

PERCEPTION

Shafts

of light

pierce the gloom-

inspiration speaks

Those

pictures

in the mind-

paint my private

space.

A

well

within-

images,

pictures in the mind,

dreams and visions and things not known.

impressionistic inspiration

in visualised expressions

rivers,rivers stream my mind

spring forth images,to find

Within the soul of my experience

Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,

Awaiting the warmth of encouragement

Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;

Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,

Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse

Unshaped,until imagination's birth,

Bursts from the spring of my maturity.

awake,arise ideas and fly free

on imagination's unfettered wings,

blown to and forth,and settle where you will;

Ignite inspiration's delight,tonight

Come..

         fly with me

         beyond,beyond

         imagination;

Capture..

            emotion's

            aurora in your

            firmanent;

Watch..

           images descend

           as crystallised

           inspiration;

Bathe..

           in a tide

           of surreal

           tranquility;

Paint..

           what you see

           with fine words

           of poetry.

the

      vivid images

      in a painter's eye

      transformed,

               splash

      upon canvas-

the

      nouns,adjectives

      memorable verbs

      from

              poetic ears

      writ large,then

sweet voices,heard

An image

     alights

     as a butterfly

in Spring

A thought

      arrives

      as inspiration

on the wing

An idea

       resides

       to crystallize

and bring

image

       thought

       together

as one

inspiration

             makes its

               own pace

decides

             the form

rhythm

pause

               rhyme

               design

bubbles

from

                its spring

seemingly

inexhaustible

The music

               of silence

calms

my mind

                 my

                 thoughts

trickle-down     

                     bubbling

                      over

the rocks

of experience

                      Waves

of imagination

surface

and

                      jostle

                      one

with

the other

                      like

children

                      at play

shouting

               for attention

               for life

on my

                 page 

Ideas with nowhere to hide

buried deep within long

forgotten dreams

indistinct ,then becoming clear

words & pictures coming near-

like petals on a stream;

A fragrance that lingers within

a passage of light to my soul,

inspiration to make me whole.

From this confusion, the mosaic of

ideas harmonizes,delineated and

etched as a pattern of thought, a

ribbon of inspiration settles as a verse.

From tumultuous discussions within

images strive for life as a new-born

child wriggles from the womb.First

an outline,then in silhouette,each

unique line,a perceptible signature,so

individual and more personal than

a diary.This spontaneity impetuously

releases the extrovert upon this page,

squeezed out as rain in an arid world.

Artistic inspiration writes itself, as

I merely provide  the pen

Mute and multiplied,thoughts trained

and tamer,the subconscious becomes

a workaday drama.A confusion then

evolves into the particular and floats

upon my page.

Simple symbols of self expression

imagery in intuitive motifs,

a harmony of colour ..inspiration

of moods fused into metaphor

In the silence

I think,

day dream I suppose..

thoughts drift in

as images...

In this quiet I

am so alone ...

awaiting some inspiration.

One by one a word

appears ..unannounced..

As a chrysalis to a butterfly

a poem to emerge..

from a mosaic of memories

to an inspiration surge

Inflections...

                pauses....

                           silence.

The unwritten gaps...

          the unsaid words..

with

graduated musical

phrases..

as strophes of

inspiration,berthed &

cadenced in our ear.

inspiration

        awaits an

             interlude

to flash

        and sparkle,

an opportunity

          for bravura

foreshadowed

          in half-closed

                   eyes

an otherworldly

                moment..

PARTURATION berthing the inpiration

simultaneous

            visions,

mutli-layered

         inspiration:

innovative

coherence

   now apparent,

broken

syntax

      in semantic

      ambiguity...

unresolved

inspiration burns

turns a spark

from the tinder

     of imagination

into a flame..

          a flame

that gathers up

          experience

burnishes and

             refines

a nugget of emotion

into an image, then

crystallize as a phrase

to become

      a spoken word,

a voice

from

the seeing eye

bursts of

        creativity..

...short-lived....

colourful

           caberets

exercises in

           inspiration:

fearless

interaction

of parody and

             sentiment..

in wordplay:

interspersed

crafting

of sensibilities

in compositions

     ....incarnate

A now moment,instantaneous,

parentage unknown,alive borne

of inspiration.Scattered here and there,

colours everywhere.The inner made

outer.Inherent originality conceived,

perceived,crystallised,the beneath

now in relief,of line,spot,point and

dab upon a canvas,to dry before the

eye.Succinct,complete of itself, never

to be reproduced it stays unique,of

me,for all to see.Of me,was once,this,

must art elsewhere,forever did depart.

I look upon it now,and wonder how!

PUBLICATION

In this digital age

Our

thoughts

bonded

together,

though ever apart

TWITTER

quick thoughts

cut short

POETRY SOUP

will test

the best

Pleasant people inhabit

this PS workshop of varied verse,

posting posies of many kind-

comments & opinions abound

in blogs ,of the world around-

sponsored contests in galore

brings creativity to the fore

my short poems on twitter

art ekphrasis on Flickr-

and blogs in this soup

other efforts in Sketchbook

so come now, take a quick look-

and keep in the loop

I think

so I paint,

I imagine and pen-

mix digitally together

as one

As a haiga

PARTICIPATION

Will my verse reach your ear

can your eye stay the course

listening,then writing my verse I awake ,

content until the next time,

the chords at my finger tips drift

back and forth into a song.

Take a  deep breath,exhale and

read between my lines

An image alights as a butterfly in spring,

 a thought arrives as inspiration on the wing.

An idea resides to crystallize and

brings each together as one.

Does convention confound

the rhythm of your eyes

Oh to avoid convention's game

make the image surreal upon my page.

a Stop,dear reader in your stride,

bring forth your imagination and join me on this ride.this

in the realm

of the mind,

replete with thoughts

inspiration thrives,

discerns over spills,

to reveal

then configure

and emerge:

a fragrance

to dwell,stay

and perhaps

haunt another

ENDWORD

What intimacy is its cause,perhaps

an immaculate conception of words;

too swift to comprehend,see or

recognise.The moment is there

and then is not.Gone with the wind

the seed of idea remains, to

germinate and gestate,fanned by a

mental fragrance of elation.Slowly

self-transcending a word into a phrase,

a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme

rides a waterfall of cadence,

into a chasm of verse. Terse or

long, the sonnet becomes a little song,

struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon

my page;a bastard-born of pain

MY POETIC BIO

Alliteration,the starting place, alongside

cinquains,apace in time,crystalline

lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth

footle,broken monoku for a while short

imagist was my style.Sequenced longer

poems metamorphose within this crysallis

changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,

as you see,structured prose poetry.With

cadence and pause,others hear  my  voice

Open VERSE now this poet’s choice.

REFERENCE LINKS

Link to my artwork with imposed poetry

http://haiga-ichthys.blogspot.co.uk

Link to my recited poetry and thus my YouTube clips

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GiD8JdYi-jw&feature=youtu.be

Link to all my poetry forms on blogspot.com

https://www.blogger.com/profile/02166493604739619406

Link to my twitter short poetry anthology

https://mobile.twitter.com/strandpoet

Link to my complete poetry anthology

https://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/my_poems.aspx