I occasionally fall under the illusion that my creative process occurs alone, or when my life is simple. In actuality, my imagination is sparked when I am in both connection and community. I am not an isolated being, but merely a seed in a continuum.
Our writer’s group, North of 54 embarked on a beautiful collaboration with artist Leslie Barnwell for our 5th anthology. This was especially meaningful to me as Leslie is an important mentor for my poetic path. Many years ago, I took my first creative writing course instructed by Leslie at the local college. Through her guidance and her brilliance, as she offered myriad ways to explore and respond to writing, my passion for poetry was fully realized. We shared in several creative ventures since that time, and so how lovely to once again be in this relationship together.
Our anthology, ‘Seed Dreams- poems of blossoming’ contains 22 photos from Leslie’s flower collection. One of the photos included was a perfect marriage for a piece I had written many months previously. ‘Conversations in February’ was a response to a poem from another dear friend and creative muse, Lesley Strutt, whose work, “If Time were a Tulip” ignited my own images.
I am grateful and humbled to feel this connection to a larger community. There is synergy when we create together; our interdependence is crucial.
(oh, and spider shows up in another poem in the anthology)
Nestled under thick duvet feather pillows;
a kind of rapture.
Soft morning glow sifts
through the curtained window-
no need to rise.
Only this~ layers enveloped within
a thin envelope, the fragile membrane
holding fragrant dreams
and if I learn to listen
hear the language of tulips murmur
with scarlet throats, soon enough
they will whisper
the exact moment
to unfurl spill light
from inside chambers, fling
silken scarves as a whirling dervish,
upon the floorboards.