By Patty Apostolides
Lofty thoughts float like cream
Above the gilded edge of reason–
Forming, pulling fragments of ideas
Together, from far reaches of the mind,
To tease, create, deliver a new thought.
What else but to resist when discipline
Comes to claim you–
Stifling your passage of rite.
Your very essence is threatened
By organized moments of logic
That set boundaries, limits,
Thus, impeding your growth.
Let the truth be conceived.
Once creativity burns brightly
Into the mind’s dark partitions–
Changes will be made forever.