While I am in awe (of), I do not yearn
to play
Milton or Gertrude’s poetic games of excellence
as a legacy of their elitist, supreme intelligence
for I find those ground-breaking, feats
one of Nature’s: most divisive, tricks…
Instead, I choose to fish along intuitive streams
for empathetic insights to spark, my inspirations
and, when those hecklers shout-out
‘even my high school kid, can write your shit.’
I smile, and reply: ‘thank you, that\'s exactly it!’
For I choose
to remove those barriers of prep-school, grounded
entry requirements
to connect meaningfully, with my humble
scribbles.
I write
so that those of my lost - fellowship
may know
of those commonalities that make up
this convoluted – experience, we’ve titled
life.
I write
so that one random set of eyes
at a future point, I can’t ever
fathom
may swipe a screen, lazily
and realise
someone else, thought of those very same
hopes and wishes
that they, themselves
never dared to share out loud
that someone, lived
through those same fears and heartaches
they, themselves
are too bruised, to face and move-on from.
Each and all of us, lightyears – apart
yet collectively
surviving by intrusting in our beloved
Poesy’s
inking and reading, traditions
syllables, imbued with potential
to illuminate – bright
our life\'s, dreamed aspirations!
© L. B. Mek
June 2020