Obsessive Creative

As a means to convey the intense obsessive creative drive it took to complete Star Yantra in a relatively short time span — all while carrying on a real life — I decided to write this poem:

stars and yantra pedals

sleep, what is sleep

when the body is wired on bird song

brushes never dry

papers littered with words

soup pots waiting to be filled

counter cluttered by deep greens, vegetables

from a garden still brimming with food and just as many weeds there is nothing to clean up,

worry about, cook, obsess over

when the quiet point of color lingers just behind the eye waking up every morning with the burn

just enough time for tea and ablutions

something expediently nourishing besides raw creation

perpetually persisting

yearning to witness what will happen next

momentarily inconvenienced as communications demand answers

bills clamor, chores groan, guests arrive and are left alone

as this budding half century of life has grown

fuller, not so spindly and wild with gypsy abandon

as it once was finally, driving to move the image into shape

step onto the whirring wheel

of iridescence and discovery

of light-splattered dreams and emptied bottles of water my coveralls and hair

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when immersed in a shop overflowing with engines

and the double yellow lines of progress humming

with the efforts going on beside me I stand, sit, lay, reach

climb to drape on scaffolding

knee pads, ladders, alternating postures

to keep the body captivated

as I drag my oil-soaked square of shag

around the canvas

like a yoga mat intended to shield me

from the dew of undistinguished liquid swamping around me

warmed by halogen bulbs and recycled oil

family dinners, the joyous shrieks of 10 year old spontaneous dance parties

and co-collaborative opinion offering

accompanying the regular

visits to the lobby of my metallic meanderings the on and off goes the compressor

and still I paint

day turns to night, to weeks, to months

challenging muscles and my social life

and still I paint

until finally

it is enough

blake more

(written upon completion, late-February 2015)