A note about the creation: Early this morning, I threw the 20-sided die 14 times. As a result I had the following sequence of consonents: R-S-H-R-K-B-G-L-T-R-H-B-R-K
Thinking back on my residence „Flausen: Konkretes Theater“ and the experiences I had therein, I began writing using the system „every letter is the first letter in the line of the poem.“ Once complete, I made one exception and added the final line.
Righting my thoughts,
Seemingly in schambles;
How to speak of inner magic musings?
Remembering past creations, almost ancient,
Kind children of my creative soul,
Begging, abandoned, for my attention.
Grateful, they and I embrace
Lost no more they clamor excitedly,
Tugging at me to follow.
Ruefully, I realize: not all these children can be followed
However, the joy in meeting again
Bolsters my resolve to create anew.
Reawakening? No! This is far more than rejuvenation, these
Kinetically crafted constructions of Heart and Mind, Feeling and Thinking –
Healing.
