I dwell alone, existing in a solitary world drifting among various thoughts, not a vacuum but a potential happening. A dreamlike state, at flux within the flow of creating – determining potentialities with the formation of my words, perhaps stylized, perhaps distinctive, uniquely me. Poetic in prose, pleasing to the eye, original.
The crafting of words is an art form. And in essence, the same as any artist in the throes of creation, the different factor being only that of medium. But as for the rest, an artist at work.
Cascading possibilities stream endlessly through consciousness and I am reminded my personal pallet of verbal colors can be as expressively rich as a glorious spring day, corresponding adjective hues and nuances as numerous as the most vivid of rainbows viewed through moisture laden air after a summer storm.
My words will be like onto visual works of art, flowing in movement, a glorious symphony of expression, making known to you my thoughts and feelings in a manner that will move you as many artists do with their creations. It is, after all, what we do – we artists of the word.writing artisans capturing life’s essence rendering in words
This week the haibun writing challenge for HAIBUN THINKING involves art and the great artist Michelangelo. For more information click on Haibun Thinking to enter this weekly challenge or to read some of the other haibun entries. If you’re a writer or a reader you will enjoy yourself there.
*Thank you for stopping by, Penny