Consumed by the Fires of Creativity

This past week mornings are consumed by the fires of creativity and two poems erupted from the torrent of words rushing through me. It dawned on me that I can relate these creative outbursts to weather and natural phenomena.

Firestorm

A flash ignition quickly

burns through my mind

in an uncontrollable wildfire

of words and thoughts

I can’t write or type fast enough

my brain can’t catch it all

as the combustion of thought  

narrows in focus

to roar through me

with intense heat

The firestorm flares

fueled by its own storm-force

I grab at the flames

trying to capture

essence so profound

that my brain

can’t contain the heat

But the movement is too fast

and won’t wait

for my slow mind

to process what I’m seeing

and my slower hand

to record what I witness

For these few moments

my entire being 

is consumed 

by the gale-force words

I am scorched

by the hot gases

and the fear

that I can’t get 

it all down

on paper

Thoughts roar through me

one after another

light bulbs flash

deep understanding

astounds me

excited

fascinated

eager to get it

onto the page

I struggle

to keep it all contained

Too soon 

it’s over

the fuel and I

are spent

my brain gasps

for oxygen

a cool wind

blows through my soul

I can now rest

  ---Sasha Wolfe 2015

The poems are fresh and new and I could write one every morning. I even have the idea to do another poetry book with accompanying pictures geared to the topic of creativity. I certainly have written enough poems on the subject throughout the years to be their own book.

Creative Burst

It drops

out of the clouds

slams me into the ground

with the force

of a tornado

In moments

roaring winds

rip my soul to shreds

as the debris of words and ideas

crash against my walls

I have to capture them

I have to put it all together

I have to make them understandable

I struggle to hold together

keep my house

from falling apart

as the whirling forces 

strip me bare

Destruction and creativity

turn, spin, flip me upside down

then dissipate into the void

leaving me flattened 

on the floor

But oh the joy!

From the chaos

comes the awe

Once again

I am rewarded

with another bit

of writing

that leaves me

refreshed and renewed

      ---Sasha Wolfe, 2015

Then another exciting bit is I’ve finally decided on a path for my memoirs… yeah, like I need another project. But at least I have an idea. I’ve been wanting to put together a memoir for years, but I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to go about it. Oh, I am not explaining this well. My goal is not your normal life-story type of deal… and that’s all I’m going to say at this point.

However, there are many other things trying to grab my attention. I have articles to write, editing to do, and the community calendar to put together, and other assignments for the InterTown Record. I’m still settling in at the new house. There are the two books that are already in various stages and if I want to do any more traveling, I need to get that one book finished before I can take on another travel-writing project.

My brain is so intensely on fire for most of the day that it eventually shuts down. All I can do is crawl to the living room and become a couch potato until bedtime.