Strada Ascendant
Poetry by Pamela Goodyer
Poetry by Pamela Goodyer
Uniqueness—
Not merely an aesthetic,
But the cost of entry,
When imitation would be easier.
The raw currency of her soul.
Integrity—
The line she will not bend,
Even when the world slants hard.
She refuses to counterfeit,
When the arrangement abandons truth.
Creativity—
Adopting the unrepeatable,
Even when it costs coherence.
What she summons,
Refuses replication.
Solitude—
Where creation ignites.
Here she encounters,
The lyricism of her own standards.
Silence is her audience.
Refusal—
In her quiet withdrawal,
From everything that would dilute her,
She finds the frame in which,
Creativity decides.
The Zone isn’t a doorway you force open—it’s a creature that sometimes comes when it wants, and slips through a hidden seam rather than the one you’re staring at.
This poem cracks open the bedrock of existence, pressing against the edge of creativity, drawing from the ruptures where forces collide. It reflects on how, in the deepest moment of stillness, transformation and endurance emerge from what cannot be touched. I don’t run from seclusion, I welcome it.
Here, I explain how I draw from the broken splinters of what was never meant to exist, shaping what resists definition.
I don’t shy away from solitude; I embrace it. In the stillness, where silence wraps around me, I find clarity, creativity and depth. Seclusion becomes a sanctuary, a fertile ground where my creativity can take root and flourish, unhindered by the expectations of others. In this sacred space, I am not alone; I am accompanied by the echoes of my own spirit, guiding me toward the essence of who I truly am.
Poetry—where language itself becomes a force beneath my hands but written by my soul.
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