There is a path
cushioned, upon nature’s scales
calling - while shunning
narrowing - while blossoming
with each passing Spring;
which birds – chirp, with such stifled falsettos
fleeing within manic off-beat flaps,
what unyielding grip tightens from so-far – a reach
to choke-out: such a rasping mauling of daybreak’s ease.
Reminisced, peddles churning with whimsies abandon
circling, true freedom’s gigantic yard of childhood serenity
faster, at every turn as-if attempting to encircle
Time-itself, wrapped in youth’s laughter cadence: endlessly.
I sit squirming, fending-off ambition’s bite
cracked fingers – unshackling, anxiety’s oppression
of invading foreign distractions
open a page, begin
incomprehensibly sparse abstracted, scribbling
of uncouth feelings
hurling, frustration’s drafts to binned obstinacy
sporadic meditation, enlisted as inspiration’s entreaty
until galvanised to try: yet again.
I sit, stilled
mind's aimless wanderings
take aim
at a new canvas
less blank
than others of its kin,
ignited fingers
twitching
to trace out and give life
to these: here words
as testimony
to us few, lost
to Artistry’s
treacherous fellowship of anchored - floating,
dog-paddling
to survive
our voracious passions
all-consuming waves.
© L. B. Mek
June 2020
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An incredible outpouring of words - 'scribbling of uncouth words' reflects my own feelings. Brilliant
yeah, lol! sometimes the veracity of our scribbled truth, outweighs what feeble poetic ambition we possess..
really appreciate your overtly generous show of support dear poet, so glad you enjoyed the read, thank you!
Hey L.B .. my two reviewing predecessors rebmasters and Teddy.15 each seem to have got their fingers on the pulse of todays offering ..
and I aint even gonna attempt to argue with them because they are both write ...........another belter sir .. bravo
Neville
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Ahem, when words fail me my go-to is some Simpson's wisdom, thank you my treasured friend
Wow a simply breathlessly read - -- a first rate piece of writing L.B.
awesome! glad to repay the favour dear Fay,
for so many of your write's have left me breathlessly overwhelmed
as my shameless legacy
of word-drunk commentary on your own brilliant works: can attest, lol
thank you
superb.
humbling.
A poem from an ignited mind,
written with ignited fingers!
'I see you recognise that flitting passion - imbedded
within endeavours of artistic ambition
if only after blinking back into reality
we didn't forget those access keys to creativity's realms
and are instead, left to lull
until inspiration - deigns, to grace our path once again;
forever wondering, will this be the last decent effort - I fake...'
thanks for taking time to comment and support, dear poet
Wow. This is really something else.
I cant put down exactly into words how this connected with me, but it did in a deep way.
The suffering and joy of making something, the insistence of anxiety, and freedom from it -
Just great. : )
yeah, its one of my more personal scribbles
and like you, while I understand my words, I can't seem to locate
from where - within me, they escaped, lol..
thanks for taking time to scroll back and read my earlier efforts
how kind of you to use your valuable time like that
what a wonderful gesture of kindness
You have done that so often for me, friend. : )
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