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Creativity Lost

The caged bird sings to release
his pressing need to fly
Or so I believe.

And so it is for humans
to turn to forms of creativity
when overcome by pressing need.

Overwhelmed, desperate, or lovelorn
Perhaps our purpose in life is lost
 or from us torn.

And so I took to painting
And found the means of outlet
for emotions needing to be freed.

Yet when I had the courage to reveal
my innermost expressions abstractedly,
Those I lived with and admired took it ill.

Criticism, scorn-nothing but mockery;
which signaled to me
a time to part company.

I could not reconcile
their lack of effort to try to understand
not the expression, abstract as it was admittedly,

But the need to release emotion expressively.
So I left, I flew my cage
I flew, but did not sing.

Author notes

On the loss of my vocation, and the last minute recognition and attempts to salvage it that failed.
Help came too late.

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  • quantumsurveyor
    October 12

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    This is beautiful and tragic and full of sadness for the writer and reader. For me your "Creativity Lost" title could be improved by using your final line instead - "I Flew, But Did Not Sing."


  • Still Standing gold member
    November 22, 2008

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    I flew but did not sing is the most poignant part of this poem. It is also the most important part! Caged birds sings, but you did not want to share your beauty and talent once you were not recognized and I don't blame you....To go somewhere fara way and then sing for those who appreciate you is much better than singing just to be singing....great peice!


  • Freed by Mercy silver member
    August 16, 2008

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    I flew, but did not sing. Makes me want to cry.

    Wow - a whole poem in 5 words. We all want to be understood, to be allowed our self expression, our art, perhaps, even have it recognized, even in a small way.

    I am sorry for what you have suffered.


  • creationsfromheart
    June 29, 2008
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    I hope you have learned to sing again


  • SoftlyScreaming
    June 24, 2008

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    that was a beautiful piece.. using yourself as an animal (bird) and realizing how lost everything really is.. it made me think, but not necissarily inspired. good luck and thanks for entering.

  • Judith Chandler
    May 30, 2008

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    "I flew but did not sing". I hope you sing again because you are right about the function of art in finding a meaning in life. Maybe it's only an illusion but I find it worthwhile. It makes me feel better.


  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    May 16, 2008
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    Ahh very true and beautiful for the form of metaphors.


  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    April 26, 2008

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    I'm glad that you seperated yourself from the criticism instead of letting them influence you to stop your creations. Wonderful write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.


    whisper


  • calendar girl
    April 23, 2008
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    beautiful. i feel your melancholy

  • JWGoethe
    April 21, 2008

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    I can really relate tothis. How many times have i felt my musings unappreciated. This is gorgeous, expressive, and heartfelt. Your passion for your work springs from the page (screen, in this case) I willbe reading more of your work for sure.


  • crazymomma
    April 16, 2008

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    Great analogy. I felt like a caged bird for years. Except it was not until I flew away I could truly sing. Thanks for entering


  • Grimoire
    April 15, 2008

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    Deviant abnormal irregular unusual different unique individuality............ artist.
    We all are just an opinion, a perception, to someone else. Interpretations of what is normal, or acceptable, change like trends of civility and barbarism... however, beauty in creative artistic form can only be an endeavour which must sometimes find itself bound within limits of conformity. True artistic release is a complex, irrational, beautiful, and suspect thing, but it should never be limited by anything other than the most obvious of boundaries.

    until exhale,
    Grimoire


  • ourgirlFriday
    April 15, 2008
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    From message of the day April 15, 2008

    "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech." ~by Simonides


  • MichaelLeeSmyth
    April 14, 2008
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    Many have no appreication of that which they cannot do themselves. I have had a few bad experiences with the "bad nun" thing. Writing and other creative pursuits have always aided me in maintaining a semblance of sanity.

    Kudos for this, it shows what you went through.


  • Perception
    April 12, 2008

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    Very good, very good, very good... I love this... Very poetic.. Beautiful.. Wonderfully done.


    Thanks for entering


  • nikkia
    April 10, 2008

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    this is very sad but so honest and authentic. i love the image of the bird and the emotion was strong throughout the whole piece. thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest

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