A thousand things, nay three
Are not enough to capture thee
I see you in the paths not tread
And those tread for eternity.
I see you in the mountain air
The places in the forest where
No human foot has been
Only those of fox and hare.
You live within the flowers
Amongst which I walk for hours
You live in the blithe oak sapling
And in the fir that towers.
And each day that I see you
You remind me what is true
For each day that I love you
I fall in love with you anew.
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there stands an ever blank canvas,
leant against the wall.
painted a thousand times
a sharp white it still glares
what use of memories
when it can only start anew?
why tell stories
when it can only be a gap?
lived, experienced - of course it has,
only it is not sure when
whatever it is
it is for a moment.
whatever it was
it cannot remember.
Go, paint, make it your own -
you will see nothingness when you look back -
Time speaks to us
The way your mouth whispers to me,
Unyielding eternity,
Force of light,
Sound and senses,
You come to me
As the universe does
To all humanity. -
for within you
is the very fabric
of heaven
let me be the needle
that binds you to this measly earth. -
a leaf opaque to any sky
watered pebbles mossed in rest;
suns fume - a hearless dusk.
Be a part - here: float
in the cedar smell of rain -
gear your smile: taut, arched -
bee rangled clover heads,
springing - a fleeting
fascination...
too much - again, an
all spills into
nothing.
blank.
adrift.
colour can't know what you
won't see.
splatter it - some unstuck clouds,
spineless trunks seep to the sea
rising up in airy,
sunken peaks.
mindless focus-
one moment stunts the next. -
Have you ever written a story then hidden it away, afraid it wouldn’t be good enough to publish? Or penned a poem and left it silent, lost in a forgotten notebook?
Doubt is the main reason people shut creativity out of their lives. Not lack of skill. Not lack of inspiration. And definitely not lack of enjoyment. Just Doubt.
The crushing expectation that whatever we write must be Nobel Prize worthy forces many of us to wave creativity goodbye in primary school. We leave it to those who appear more talented than us.
How come we continue to play sport when professionals are so much better than us? We jog, swim, and hurl balls in a dozen different ways when our performances are terrible compared to those at the top of their game. YET WE STILL HAVE FUN.
So why do we apply double standards to writing? Yes, some may have more of a knack for it, and win more praise than you, but that should not deprive you of a chance to shine yourself: a chance that perhaps could lead to a future greatness for yourself.
That is the mission of oxford ongoing authors: we are here to provide a stage for everyone to have their time in the spot light. We are welcoming anyone to send us original creative works, in any style and on any theme, so that they can be shared via our website, social media, and mailing list to be appreciated by a wide audience!
Don’t let doubt steal your voice. Show the world your ideas.
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