G.R. Gaus (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)
What project shall I be today?
What tools need do the job?
Draw up a plan inside my head,
All together, begin to daub.
So many lay there waiting,
Much too numerous to count,
To which is most important,
Be that one, I will surmount.
Imagination, taking hold,
Ideas lighting up the brain,
Incubated where creativity is born,
Safe inside its own domain.
A spark ignites, brand new thought,
Capacity holds on to retention,
Exploding wildly out of control,
The birth of another invention.
May seem, a sense of accomplishment,
Especially to one; simple as me,
Minor adjustments, last fine tune,
Exactly, as I thought it would be.
A picture conceived in my head,
Leading, every step of the way,
Whence it came, a sudden vision,
As an artist, forms into the clay.
Perhaps tomorrow another creation,
No matter of what’s at the ending,
My world sees an endless canvas,
Long as the flow, keeps on sending.
Nothing compared to creating life,
From where creativity long began,
Bow to the one; touched the earth
Humbled, to be part of the plan.
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