Creative Purgatory Afore The Advent Poem by Oni Hayes
Creative Purgatory Afore The Advent
Trapped in a creative purgatory, I strive to survive
As one magnificent manufacture is constructed
The others escape fertilization
Ink, paint, pencil none
Hands disconnect from the mind
Portrayed on the naked paper
Disenchant aroused, I strive to survive
Perplexities take place of vanity
Any stroke seems insignificant
Waiting for a advent of ingenuity
Periods of imagination cultivate the day
Yet none speak any warmth
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8/26/2026 7:16:43 AM # rel_20260825T124344Z_022792b
Second stanza stands out, being the only one with some clever, physical imagery. As for the subject, I know how you feel. More imagery, scattered randomly or unexpectedly, would suit your style very well.