Curved thoughts

malubotelho

Between two dots I create a rhyme, I design my vision in ethereal colors
I search for truthful lines, in that space of time.
That time is mine, it is between me and creation, we flirt and twirl with curved lines.
I guide my hands, to pull a string from a dead point, to create fullness, to reassume my thoughts and to take me away from any stillness. From dots and colors, diverging expectation, bringing together, the harmony of creation.

  • Author: Malu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2017 21:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: Today I was only working. I tried to get my work into some poetry. I guess it came to me a bit dull. I was probably worried about time.
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  • FredPeyer

    How to explain creation? I don't think there is any logical explanation, your curved thoughts are as good as it gets.

    • malubotelho

      Thank you. When I write all I look is for freedom. What comes from it I embrace, even if sometimes is not what I was expecting.

    • malubotelho

      Now that you point to it I had to read my poem again to refresh my memories. It means that to create one need to begin with something at some point. I begin pulling a string from a dead point. It is almost pulling something from a gap, or an invisible hole. Because I work making clothes I have to draw patterns and always begin with a point. In the beginning is a dead point, till I pull a line from that point and it is the process of creation of a piece. An apparel.



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