(words spoken to the wind fly straight to Source)

[drui_en]

I whispered a poem to the wind last night

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[autumnalmonk]

I was reading sonnets before sleep last night, darkly glimmering fey things that tap at the doors of night. Perhaps it was a night for poetry...

[damedini]

I have song bits that come to me like that, usually in the bath. I play with them long enough for the fragment to be perfected, then *poof* it's gone.

[drui_en]

It's hardly ever happened to me before, but it's fascinating.

[globedoc]

I used to paint on giant canvases, took months to finish a piece, then have a party and have it destroyed forever. I made sure no one took any pictures of it, that no one had any record of it. In insisted that art is meant as a process, not as a final product. I was quite hung up on that notion.

Sometimes I wish I still had a picture of my work, or even still had the piece...