Poem: Ideas Take Shape

Throw paint on the walls
and see what sticks
improvise a rhythm
a snippet catches your ear.
Arrange random shapes
a subject takes form

From nothing comes art
an idea just lingers
until you reach out
and hold it closely.
It has no name
until you give it one.

It takes a life on its own
perhaps it evolves
in a way unexpected:
do you let it breathe
twist and turn its own way
or do you halt its progress?



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