"Mental Drawings of Demons Spinning Their Evil Ways Sometimes Bare Gifts of New Inventions"
The back and forth of good and bad
the sifting of our errors
how and where do we find our revival
of clear intentions?
Mental drawings of demons of the heart
They make the wheels spin their evil ways
tragically.
Yet sometimes
despite the wounded closet
there is a lovely token.
The gift of understanding
magically bringing revelations
we had not recognized
before the sleeping princess.
Waking that beauty
no further breeding of dragons
occurs without clear planning.
Sometimes we conquer that dark side
spend time considering the view from top of the hill.
Watch sunsets
consider mythical monsters
and meet what might become bad decisions
head on
with an opposite approach
and our own fire-breathing tongues.
And then?
The wheel spins again
symbols of chaos within our hands
new inventions
new attractions toward depression
monsters in the closet
intimidating czar
despite the ones we conquered ore.
We are a fragile being
yet resilient.
Despite the temptations
the quest for new ideas
roar.
Despite the lust of new ideas
that might disable the heavens angles
we continue on
reveling in new inventions.
Do it... it's only just round the corner,
one new experience,
one new insight,
one new innovation,
one new discovery
designs created from what is possible.
Painting our lives
drawings of scorpions
biting their own tail
or disabling objectionable disabilities thereof.
There is room for safe breathing
we are safe within the IDEA
of creativity
meeting the ways of right
or wrong
fault or reason.
There within the birds that cover our eyes
we decipher
and meet our own glorious
newly uncovered
finds of delight.
We are not that many steps away
from tiny whimsical angels
that remind us of
real life and our own breathing.
There is safety in that call.
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2009
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