A flower kept out of the sun – expected withered and gone – but petals white turn green defiant, stubbon, unseen – and veins on leaves turn red – I WON’T ACCEPT MY DEATH – I may not blossom again […]
Poems about potential.
When K-M Skalkenæs writes about potential, it is often about art. What potential does a palette of paint hold? How can the potential be realized?
Or, likewise, what potential does the world have that allows an artist to turn it into art?
The concept of personal potential is of less importance here. The important thing is seeing potential for creative endeavors all around you. See, feel, interpret. Turn something temporal into something lasting as a result.
The potential for creativity is the focus here. Most people think of personal optimization when they hear the word “potential”. In a sense, this is the exact opposite. Instead of focusing on oneself, these poems focus on using oneself as a prism to see the world through. Of turning one’s sensations into something tangible to present to the world.