Maybe, it’ll be ok this time
write freely
emote without first, taking note
of what best, sounds right
to ears, already ‘lent’ to Shakespeare’s deeds
share, my pulsing need
to submerge reality, in poetic ink.
I’m trying to force myself to not mention that word
there must be something more I can come up with
than archaic relics of Byzantine references
I know no one will understand, will care about
I want to write about life’s mesmeric colours, instead
show that I too know, about transcendent stratospheres
of Art’s decadent hues and kaleidoscopic, insights
I’m trying to word my purposed creativity, transparent.
There’s a thread I can pull at
wires, have such great utility as metaphors
let’s see, I can mention Nietzsche’s Zarathustra
that first parable was all about a balancing act, right?
I’m trying, too hard - too, farfetched
lines, doomed to fall flat upon greeting weary minds
plus, does anyone care
about philosophy as reference, in modernity
isn’t it all
cobwebbed together with ’cancelled’ history?
Freedom in words, Poesy’s sincerity
no longer yearning, chasing, awaiting
that red thread of Fate, to decide
whether our life’s fortunes: tilt
on a 2008 whim of decimation.
I’ll just word my frustration,
Without mentioning, Desperat - - -
Maybe then, I too can escape
From being shoved in that pigeonhole
Deemed irrelevant, abandoned
Stained
A - - - - - - tint of capricious existence.
© L. B. Mek
October 2021
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Indeed that is a valid and needed journey of poetry, a healthy jaunt into a vast expanse of articulate expression. And a journey worth sharing in.
(it is truly a treasure to discover
we can gift ourselves, an escape
in but a line read or inked, sincere)
what a wonderfully poetic comment
thank you! dear Poet
L.B. how to transmit one's thughts through symbols,. Words are weak transmitters to convey actual feelings and even thoughts. Searching for the proper word that doesn't seem trite but is understood by the reader. Common feelings so often expressed by others have formed beaten highways taken for granted and now unnoticed. How to strike a new path when there is nothing new under the sun. Your words strike deep in the heart of what it is to be a poet. Your poems and review are deeply valued and looked forward to.
(here is kinship, brethren
here is a synchronicity of spirit
in the name of wise Poesy
we 'truth scribblers, few'
inherit such a vast and rewarding
tradition
with each syllable, we dare
to ink sincere...)
thank you kind Poet
what encouraging words you gift
may karma reward you tenfolds
The time that I regret the most is when I start a journey toward self expression but I end up seeking perfection....and I lose myself along the way
wow!
so, so very true
thank you, dear poet
(I read and will try to heed)
its just never gonna happen is it .. we wont let it .. will we ..
remember folks ..
those that live by the word, shall invariably die by the word ..
just you mark mine and this here geezer's ..
Never! dear cherished friend
I shall help carry your weighty dreams
as you ease my troubles
with each encouraging word
you gift, this humble geezer
and all those many
who witness your poetic genius
in every read
thank you! Hyung
You continue to be an inspiration. The way your words are true to you and you alone, painting your thoughts and fears is incredible. I am consistently impressed with the talent and skill you have acquired, I hope to someday take after you and write poems half as beautfiul.
aspire higher, wise soul
I'm but a humble scribbler
surpass my feeble efforts
you, dear youth
paint the world transparent
with your brave syllables..
ink your wings and sail, ever high
I wish you all the best!
but remember, most of all
to enjoy the ride, dear poet
(thank you for your beautiful words
I shall treasure them)
You weave words so well around this ever-beguiling search for expression dear Mek - - we as constant writers have the problem in common of rusting if we leave our canvas too long for ideas when inspired are capricious and soon disappear. You have an authentic talent for scribing which is far from irrelevant my friend.
ahh dear cherished Fay, how to reciprocate
such immeasurably treasured encouragement
as always, I'll strive to live up to your kind words
I thank you! wholeheartedly
I think back to prehistoric man's need to express what he thought, saw, felt and I know the drive has always been there for self expression. No matter what the form, the images, the words, humankind will find a way. Your very contemplation of this mystical observation is truly beautiful, and I know that you will always find the words, they come when you least expect it. This is such a fav dear friend!
I'm ever energised by your comments
and their zeal for language
and the sharing of experienced life..
I too, agree
even those finger paintings in caves
testify, to humanity's timeless need
for self expression
thank you! kind Poet and cherished friend
for your unfailingly enthusiastic support
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