Oni Hayes

Rookie (Long Island, New York)

Creative Purgatory Afore The Advent - Poem by Oni Hayes

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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  • (3/19/2007 4:17:00 AM)

    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. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, March 14, 2011

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