A Creative Faculty Poem by mark anthony st. rose

A Creative Faculty



There is a creative faculty
That is constant
Like a stream
On an endless course.
And we are just temporal fixities
Caught in its magical motions
Like waves getting sudden breath
Unaware of our source
Unaware of our dreams
But it haunts like the day
Stalks like the night.
Hinting to us of its ghostly beauty
And some see
And others fail
And immeasurable depths are uncovered
Whilst the inexorable journey
Continues…………




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