Although I can’t quite recall exactly what inspired me to write this piece, I believe it reflects the need for a positive, happy outlook after a darker period of confusion.
Skating on icecaps
Packed tightly in sheets-
Millions of tiny spaces
Condensed, watching
Empty vessels pass
Through big city streets.Fierce teeth melt
Behind me as each drop
Waters a new glimpse
Of light,
Dripping grey mass
Of angst and dirt
Softly flow out of sight.
I believe this poem was written in some state of confusion. Feeling motivated and full of life is only half the battle; sometimes we still get flooded with concerns of what’s what or what’s the next step.
Concentration leaks through
The surface.
In mighty drips,
Banging on the doorway-
In search
Of vague notions
Scattered amongst
These electric
Bolts within.
Sometimes I find it hard to concentrate. In general, perhaps, but even more so when there is a lot on my plate, whether its a lot I have to do or a lot that’s on my mind. I wrote this poem maybe a few months ago articulating how I want to make a career out of image manipulation (i.e, web or graphic design), but I also like my current job, doing TV production finance. So I sometimes feel all fired up within to be artistic and creative, as its being somewhat drained from me because being too creative in this field is discouraged (though some is okay).
