Creativity.... Poem by Langelihle Maphumulo
Creativity....
i toddle about like a captive...like a prisoner enslaved by words in my heart i walk around pacing back and forth...Sentences and paragraphs seeking to manifest themselves confine me to a chair with my now bowed head...running my eyes in the pages that are instruments in my creativeness,
To the rhythm that only i can hear, A pen dances like emotions within me,
Bouncing up an down......Tapping And twirling round and round....
Then i raise my head in celebration of liberty....free...i am free from all that's within me,
Free from visions and noises that now rest before my eyes... printed and staring back at me....
Hello Langelihle, Thank you for this work! It really is what I experience often, I am sure others that work in this art do as well. You are revealing your mystical qualities, and I would love to hear from you. But if I don't I still want you to be encouraged (to have courage) , to continue your ideas and work that you share, it is important. I for one recognize you in your entrancement and gift you shared here. Thank you, Bullion Grey
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4/30/2024 2:02:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, Langeligle, your feelings freely flawing through your vain, revealing your true identity to the world, your creativity is obviously shown, since you are the product of the creator and you were created to his image like all of us, so do not feel alone, it is time to sing a great and happy song, definitely, you got my vote, please, keep it going, you got what it takes to be creative in every single way, Love and Peace, Romeo