Notice of absence from L. B. Mek
'fare ye well' kind friends
'fare ye well' kind friends
solitude’s isles have mountainous shorelines, coaxed free
by creativity’s insatiable waves - eroding: society’s mirages
that dissipate fear’s weighty misconceptions, paving
a jagged path to introspection’s caves of insightful excavations
as Montaigne, I too: dare
although, not armed
with his oval tower of enlightening delights
I – unchain myself and liberate
these untamed thought’s
behold, tangible fruits of ‘amour de soi’
mined from but a fledgling instinct of clever phrasing
I entreat you - pity that barren canvas, ink-out your bravery
and taste: this last bastion of freedom’s sanctity
© L. B. Mek
May 2020
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May that freedoms sanctity be forever with you.
Andy
well, it was just my overzealous flowery language way of saying, writing down our thought's is a way to liberate ourselves from the anxieties they bring and ease our sense of solitude in these testing times, lol
(Montaigne is credited for introducing the SA format of freely speaking about any and all subjects that comes to mind),
('amour de soi' is a form of instinctive self preservation or self-love and is opposed to mindset of 'amour-propre', which suggest other's opinions of ourselves is a more determining factor to prioritise in terms of self preservation)
appreciate your sentiment's and thanks for the supportive comment Andy
As if your words had me in a trance!
Always a pleasure to feel your vibe, keep up the write
what a very kind and supportive humanist you are!
thank you so much for this display of generosity and loyalty, I shall treasure the mere gesture your actions represent, as a testament that there is still a huge slice of good, to accompany our society's abundance of deflatingly chaotic,
I'm humbled beyond words dear empathetic poet
Yes! Ditto
I enjoyed the chase required of me so that I might, at least partially, come to understand your intellectual/philosophical poem. Yes, I had to look up both the philosopher and the French language used. This was enjoyable and so I thank you for the well thought out sentiments conveyed here. While I’m more inclined now (and experienced) to freely offer myself to others without any anticipation of payback - this was learned - and initially willed - against the forces of an objecting human nature. So self-love is partially responsible even in practicing the virtue of religion. But then the unmerited grace of God begins to assist and one really becomes cognizant of changes in oneself that go beyond that which could have been personally willed ... ah, it’s better experienced than described. And that’s my constant challenge as a poet, perhaps yours as well.
so eloquently expressed dear poet, I too agree
poetry for me represents a path, traversing a journey of introspection fuelled self-discovery
wherever that may take the individual, spiritually or other, what is universal and undeniable, is that eventually we reach a peak in our path where self-belief isn't just bravado or blind ambition,
its a painstakingly cultivated manifestation of our ideal self,
what we need prioritised over what we want,
who we want to be distilled, from all the debris of what society is trying to pigeonhole us into being,
the fallible weakness within us confronted and the fledgling goodness we harbour: nurtured,
using simple archaic tools like self expression: writing, painting, gardening, cooking, having meaningful conversations, seeking help or counsel,
whatever suits us best, at whatever pace we dare to progress,
everything done to insure we are the best we can be, devoid of circumstance and opportunity,
so that we may one day, be strong enough to reach out and offer another person in need, that helping hand we never received,
what materialistic riches can surpass that, as a legacy for a life lived fully!
Well stated LB and timely! Your sentiments, rather providentially, echo those of a Mr. Mitchell Kalpakgian in his delightful, short essay that I just finished moments ago: “Gerard Manley Hopkins’ “As Kingfishers Catch Fire””. Enjoy!
lot of great word choices
so glad you could connect with my write
appreciate you taking the time to support and comment
you`re welcome
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