The Creative Spark


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The Creative Spark

 

A single spark began my tale
From an instant of repose. 
The throb of creation stirred within
And burgeoning life arose. 

The candle spluttered into life
As the flame that lit it died. 
It gathered strength and grew apace, 
Its feathered flame untied. 

Flickering gently in still air
Until it caught the breeze, 
Its flame intensified and grew, 
Spreading itself with ease. 

Dispelling gloom, its wholesome light, 
The dark intent to smother. 
The reflected child of one bright spark
And parent of another. 

I thought how works the simile 
To pass its blood line on?
One flame still burning strong and bright,
The other dead and gone. 

Never quite to be extinguished
Parent and child enriched.
The spark that gave my poem life
Gone now but still exists.

 

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5 thoughts on “The Creative Spark

  1. Beautiful poem Roland and it is a wonderful thing that we are recipients of the spark and one day can pass it on. Meanwhile, dear friend, don’t you shirk your spark and creativity.
    You have so much to say and so much more to pass on. The flame burns bright.

    Miriam

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