Creativity Poem by Jeff Taylor

Creativity comes in bursts, don't you know?
Is it not obviously so?
All of us so called poets, authors, musicians, and lyricists
Don't even know the half of it.

We do not know that which we write about,
We do not know where the story goes.
We only hope that it does not let go
but that it holds you close and never lets go.

A wave breaks on the shores of our minds
and we, in turn, turn it into rhyme
or the lack thereof.

A storm approaches from the frothy sea,
A hurricane unbelievably,
and we seek shelter
but still admire the violent lights,
for it is in majestic death that we find out sight.