I am born
In this transmission of rose and apricot
Overlaid on the planet's verdant body.
From the diffusion of warm flux
Beams surface and speak,
Tell me all the wordless truths
I can feel but never see.
A paralyzing liberation:
I cannot turn away.
Fixed
On the distant nexus of fire,
Yet still so close:
A wave of brightening foreshadowing itself.
The skyheart must melt,
And I am the catylst:
Crawling through valleys
And over peaks.
Now, my vision shifts upward,
Allows quartzflakes to dust viridian.
Geometric shafts of iced light,
Doorways in the planed bark.
Sills of moss through invisible steam,
A white-green house built by spirits.
Unseen vermillion,
Flashing memory,
Vanishing roofs of cloud.
I am left with the perserverance
Of imagination's vast song.
If I wake,
I must forget this place;
Its burdensome beauty
Burns unbearably
In my mountainous soul.
@d-pend
I searched for a long time on Deviant Art to find appropriate images before writing (somewhat of an exercise in futility). Alas, if only I was a skilled painter! By the way, I rarely write to visual images, typically searching for them after completing a piece. I find it exciting to use different creative processes, so it's been fun to flip the order around just recently.
Finally, I settled on a few images and used them along with my dream memories to spark the writing process. However, I was feeling a bit blocked, so I used my old friend The Most Dangerous Writing App to do a five minute freewrite. Since some might find it interesting, I have reproduced the brainstorm below:
A subtle blaze on the varnished horizon captivates me. I am immortal in this portal moment. I am alone, you are with me. These angles are impossible that shunt my perception through the edge of the mountain. Beams speak to me of hidden information in the greenery. We go through the motions of complex chemistry experiments, I am the catalyst and the mind-bending cretin. Freed from expectation, sky-octopus, I am burning with the knowledge of the Real. Exploration must cease in this eternal moment as I receive transmissions from warm hues of our distant star. Yet, so close, a wave of brightening foreshadowing itself. My vision must shift upwards to allow the quartzflakes to dust vermillion. Shafts of activated spikes. The killer of doubt in the form of our vague camaraderie. Sills emerge from the forest floor, doorknobs from the bark. Roofs vanish, I am left with the perseverance of imagination. If I wake, I must forget this place that I may move forward. Its beauty is too great a burden to carry.
Note that this freewrite was not edited. With "The Most Dangerous Writing App" if you stop writing for more than a few seconds, your session will be erased entirely!
The purpose of writing these notes is to give an impression of the basically endless varieties of approach that may be employed in the creative writing process. Also, it has been some time since I have given readers substantial background on my approach to pieces. I often like to allow a poem to speak for itself and retain its aura of sacred mystery. In this case, I thought it might be productive to share a bit about its genesis.
Have a wonderful day! I am ever grateful for your support.
@d-pendP.S.: Expect more reflections on the 100 Days of Poetry project coming very soon, maybe later today. The next installment will likely address the Live Poetry Classes that were held in the Steem Schools Discord throughout the challenge.
By the way, although we have not restarted the Monday/Wednesday sessions of class as of yet, we will have the Thursday Critique session with 
