(This was a newer version of a poem I wrote in high school, but lost. I think I did another version when I spent a summer in Israel back in 1998.)
It is an itch
Embedded
Within our blood
An unquenchable thirst
To leave a mark
A scar
A glimmer of our existence
*
We are all creators
Whether by hand
Or voice
Mind
Or seed
Even the great destroyers
Do so to create
*
Many ask why
Explain the itch
Rationalize
Your irrational desires
They refuse to note
They do the same
Yet in a different way
*
This is an urge
Placing us
Above the standard beast
For while all think
And act
Only man creates
For creation’s sake
*
This ability
Is our true nature
Pushing us
Beyond acts of survival
For it is not enough
To survive
A human must create
Legends of Windemere 
Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Thanks for sharing.
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My pleasure, Charles 👍😃
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An excellent poem, Charles. Maybe explains a little of why we do this.
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Definitely has a ring of truth.
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😊
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Lovely! So accurate about creation. I’m always surprised that people question the desire to write, especially when they sit down and watch a televised production. Maybe they don’t think those were written but just suddenly showed up on the screen?
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There’s a disconnect between art and someone creating it. People know it’s made by a person, but they don’t really think of it.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks for sharing.
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As long as no one wants to date one of the created characters in real i think all we be okay. 😉 Have a nice weekend, Charles! xx Michael
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Wouldn’t be surprised to learn that someone tried that.
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