For the love of creating

I cannot believe that one day it will fall silent

And the thoughts that travel from here to there

So quickly

Will stop

But the bell vibrates

Long after we are gone

Even if only the elephant can hear the song

With its giant ears

I will sing to the elephants

And hope they are still here

And the mist that falls on morning ponds

Rising

Sky clearing

Takes everything else

For I don’t want to be buried

Dark and grave

With no thoughts to hear me

Nor things to create

15 thoughts on “For the love of creating

  1. Such a powerful, emotional piece!

    I love these lines in particular:
    “Even if only the elephant can hear the song
    With its giant ears
    I will sing to the elephants
    And hope they are still here”

    So beautiful and melancholy!

  2. I love this poem of yours. So sensitive and deep.
    I am sure the elephant will hear your song and many more will.
    I do so agree with your sentiment all through.

    Miriam

  3. What a stunning sunset! What happens to our thoughts once our lifeless physical bodies are buried still remains a mystery. On a cosmic scale, you and I and the elephants are mere microscopic atoms of stardust. I like to think of our soul or spirit as becoming one with the Cosmic Consciousness that keeps our expanding Universe in motion. Our collective thoughts as creative energy.

    • I like that thought too Rosaliene. Scale puts everything into perspective – perhaps we are just cells in an enormous organism – we don’t even recognise the intelligence and importance of each tiny cell in our own body. I love to let consciousness wander and see what it brings me back. Worlds within worlds.

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