Not the Day

I wonder is there a prescription for creativity?
I wish I could scoop it from a bucket
Or turn a tap and let it flow, running over my hands.
Sometimes creativity surprises me.  I look at my work, startled and surprised at the quality.
Other times, there is nothing there.  I try to create something and it comes out lifeless. 

Music helps turn my mind into a more creative space.
Lyrics, melodies, passionate notes combine and lead me along a path.
Observations of the world also awake creativity.
The rosy sunrise or obscuring fog or crumpled wrapping paper in trash bags.
Viewing other's creativity often inspires me.
A perfectly formed sentence or a photograph that elicits so many emotions in one image.
Sometimes it's watching a dancer contort into unimaginable poses or it's the musician swaying to the beat of the music they are playing as they are being swept away to somewhere else.

I have so many stories, thoughts, words that are begging to climb out
and I am frustrated at the prison that denies their birth. 
They sit, waiting, growing, maturing, bidding their time.
I hope one day they will flow through my fingers to the page,
finally announcing their place.
All I can do is provide opportunity and space for those words to come.
Unfortunately, it is obvious that today is not the day of their arrival!

January 5, 2020