'fare ye well' kind friends
Our beloved,
‘they’ whisper your demise
far, far too early
‘they’ wish it, maybe
‘they’ dare not, proclaim it
for
no other source of solace
ever existed
to cater to all
born from all
moulded,
curated,
spiked,
chewed out
and
consumed - loud
or
with deft sanctity, treasured: in our mind’s mouth,
embracing a new generation
with that progressive mindset of ‘spoken word’
Epic heritage - wilfully denied
by futuristic young minds, with their assembly line Degrees of certainty
fighting
to keep You modern, remake You in their image
with ‘open mic’ nights, denouncing
all archaic rhyming traditions
while reigniting discovery paths: to Beowulf, Homer and their like.
Written versions too, are now
text chained, to character count – limitations,
or
d
o t t
e d
all over a canvas
of digital
1
&
0’s…
And, yet - Yet still!
Our beloved, through it all
You, remain that unyielding mirror of truth
Inked-out
and excavated bravely, brazenly - raw
from all of humanity’s
emotional baggage claim - drains,
a check point - dam
holding back the suffocating tidal waves
of Bukowski’s
‘genius Crowd’
and ‘their’ self-subjugating wilful ignorance of petty intolerance
to all things different - but still: defiantly proud!
‘They’ lie
to comfort those 3am introspection's - fuelling, treacherous realisations
of self-distorting silhouettes in their SNS profiles:
adulthood’s, playground trappings of cesspool conformity
until, that hour inevitably arrives
where nothing authentic remains
allowing that crippling misery to threaten
their last thread to true warmth – bereft
of all things real.
Then maybe: ‘they’ flip or scroll a page
Read or Hear
a word or two and swallow
a mouthful of rhythmic empathy
pulsing - to their heartbeat’s cadence
stumbling upon that lifesaving Classic
of bequeathed wisdom - soothing: all their aches
from
inside
out,
one - breath of Poetic salvation at a time…
© L. B. Mek
July 2020
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Author:
L. B. Mek (
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Hmmm I'd like to think there is a third way as I cannot claim to be nor wish to be 'modern'. That is to simply get on with it - whatever it is, and for me here it's poetry. Whether mine is any good, conventional, rule breaking or absurd I leave for others as I am comfortable with 'the way I do it' and do not seek comparison. But i do like to be read lol.
I'm not sure whether i have lost the plot in your piece today. That Bukowski root was excellent and set the tone for my interpretation of yours.
when all else fails: borrow from true genius to voice your words for you!
thank you for your measured response and as always for trying to connect with and be supportive-of - my humble scribbles
The work of a true wordsmith in your own great style.
too kind Michael, it is a small glimpse at the measure of the person you are, that you continually choose to comment and support on my least popular of effort's - it is noticed and appreciated: much more than you can ever imagine,
thank you!
Well I applaud your format and structure! I have struggled formatting my words here!
I enjoy the digital era of words, and no doubt , would not be exposed to fine wordsmiths!
I do say, I still need to read more works of art! Kinda stuck on Detective Mysteries!
I am a Sherlock fan and think Lisa Gardner is one of the most undervalued author's - ever, so I can relate being stuck on those dastardly addictive Mysteries, read what you enjoy: cherish, what you enjoy! lol
thanks for the encouraging feedback
this is one of those real one of a kind s............... enjoyed an not likely to be forgot ...
lol, thanks for the PG version comment
I will freely admit this is a divisive write, but hopefully the emotive intent will help soothe any bruised Amygdala's, all in all: it's meant as a love song to All things Poetry,
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