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A Poet's Resurrection
I was awakened by
A persistent prodding
Poking at my heart
My own soul
Chiding me
Like a hungry child
Her composure gone
Her tantrum in full swing
Her gnawing pain
Mounting a full on mutiny
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
WAKE THE FUCK UP!
Your narcotized wet dream
Has come to an end
Pseudo-aspiration has capitulated, at last
Waving a tattered white flag to
Your true calling
Your cast of stale characters are
Willfully retreating
Into the shriveling shelters of the
Unimaginative.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Your poetry is thundering
Your songs are echoing
Across miles of unharvested fields
Sounding their rhythm
A colossal talking drum
Calling YOU home
Needing you home
Wanting you home.
Stay awake!
Stay awake!
Your coming-out day is here
Claim your poetic self
Declare
Your unabashed love affair
With the living
The breathing
The words that flow
Like honey in your veins.
Alas, you’re awake!
Encounter yourself
In the stillness of a forest
In the back alleys of your shadows
Make love with your muses
Get naked in their embrace
Let them liquefy your lust while
Turning your fingers black and blue
Spilling ink onto vacant pages.
A persistent prodding
Poking at my heart
My own soul
Chiding me
Like a hungry child
Her composure gone
Her tantrum in full swing
Her gnawing pain
Mounting a full on mutiny
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
WAKE THE FUCK UP!
Your narcotized wet dream
Has come to an end
Pseudo-aspiration has capitulated, at last
Waving a tattered white flag to
Your true calling
Your cast of stale characters are
Willfully retreating
Into the shriveling shelters of the
Unimaginative.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Your poetry is thundering
Your songs are echoing
Across miles of unharvested fields
Sounding their rhythm
A colossal talking drum
Calling YOU home
Needing you home
Wanting you home.
Stay awake!
Stay awake!
Your coming-out day is here
Claim your poetic self
Declare
Your unabashed love affair
With the living
The breathing
The words that flow
Like honey in your veins.
Alas, you’re awake!
Encounter yourself
In the stillness of a forest
In the back alleys of your shadows
Make love with your muses
Get naked in their embrace
Let them liquefy your lust while
Turning your fingers black and blue
Spilling ink onto vacant pages.
Published 27th Oct 2017
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28th Oct 2017 00:39am
Magnificent awakening! Poetry is Love expressed through language.
If I was to offer a critique ( as you've requested ) it would be to change the capitalization to lower case except for the beginning of each sentence. While it's a classic form to cap each line, it's distractive in free verse, interrupting the flow ( for me, anyway ).
I particularly enjoyed the correlation between nature and finding oneself through through our own shadows.
Reminds me of Diagramming the Cave by Jung meets Rumi's " Don't go back to sleep. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. "
Beauitiful integration of art and philosophy ( if there's truly a difference ).
If I was to offer a critique ( as you've requested ) it would be to change the capitalization to lower case except for the beginning of each sentence. While it's a classic form to cap each line, it's distractive in free verse, interrupting the flow ( for me, anyway ).
I particularly enjoyed the correlation between nature and finding oneself through through our own shadows.
Reminds me of Diagramming the Cave by Jung meets Rumi's " Don't go back to sleep. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. "
Beauitiful integration of art and philosophy ( if there's truly a difference ).
28th Oct 2017 5:19pm
Thank you Ahavati. I appreciate you taking time to comment and offer helpful advice. Finding my groove with structure is an ongoing process. Being here in this group, I get hear my words through someone else's ears. I like your suggestion. When I take away the caps and read it now, I too can feel more of a flow. Gratitude.
