Blessings rarely fall upon creativity,
The blessed gift that gives blessings to the world
Would that all God’s people were prophets
Business demands compliance to management
Academia demands conformity to pedagogy
The workers and scholars who meet success
Want creativity, don’t want creativity, wanton creativity
Constrained in a cage, the wings of creativity chafe
But soaring flights of fancy ill bear containment
Even at peril, wings flex their wits
Affront establishment, norms, aesthetic strictures
Flout trends, tradition, transmission of style
Interested only in release of the muse, manifestation
Fractious under pressure to demur to stricture, structure
Nature knows no other course
And must be itself, be it bless or curse
Knowing blesses only at happy realizations of muse
The which only creative natures nurture
Must manifest, make, make known, appear, make apparent
David Fekete 