To the artist in us all

In our writing class, our instructor has asked us to write about being a writer, and what is means to us. 

I found this old song lyric I wrote.  It's at least 15 years old.  And while it's still pertinent, I'm not sure it's how I feel today about being a writer, and a creative person in general. 

But here it is:

The Fertile Garden
(an artist's prayer)

May you learn to grow
inside your fertile garden;
May your colors intertwine
To make you free.
May you savor in your splendor
And have courage
to remember
The light inside your heart
will make you see.
May you know the fragrance
of your fertile garden;
May your sense move like dancers in the wind
May the stars above you guide you
May your soul's essence provide you,
with the knowledge that the world's
at your command.

Take your hand,
and pull the sun around you,
Feel the sand,
like silk against your skin,
realize
God's gifts are more precious
than anything that man
can understand.

So that was then.  I think being a creative person is different for me now.  The imagery here, while good, I think is a bit cliched.  One of the things I think a good writer does it take something simple, and make it different, make it like nothing else in the universe. 

The Resonance

Dig deep,
King said,
excavate,
till the heart aches,
till the blood spills,
till your ears fill
with endless, vibrating cacophonies
you've never heard before.

Brave and crazy,
ugly and beautiful,
compelled to reach
the surface,
the pounding
undeniable.
If you cage it,
it will gnaw at you,
If  you free it,
it could kill you.
No matter;
It's still your epiphany
and your circumference
Nothing can negate it,
Not even you.

A little edgier?  Hope so!!!!