Dilantha Gunawardana


Creativity


Creativity is no nimbus cloud
That conceals the light of reason
Nor the heat of passion

For she harbors within her womb
Raindrops that chisel away
Cobwebs and dust
From the fortress of a quiescent lexicon
To emancipate the body of selfless expression

For she transcends
The galactic spaces of mental orbitals
To quench the thirst of genius
For beauty lies not in the golden mean
But in the inimitability of what rests unconceived
Fetal words that embody jewels of creation

Creativity, what meets the eye
In the simplicity of sentences
Yet a lingering orgasm to the virgin mind

Submitted: Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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