The Poet Understands
Inoperable, this tumor,
this seed of doubt that plagues a creative mind;
why is it, that pain, so eloquently rendered in life,
is both the plague and drive of expression,
and the finer the excruciation
the more poignant the expression?
And depression, the darkness of oppression,
so common in creative minds,
adds to this mire of struggle,
this squeezing the life from intellect
to drip so elegantly upon a page,
seeking the solace of other minds.
Writhing, desperate pain,
tumours so malignant that light does not prevail,
yet it is rendered in sight, in beauteous states
from minds so tainted by affront,
taunted by love, revelation and higher thought,
to then surrender to one thing alone, creation.
This plight is beyond repentance,
beyond change or capacity,
and so commitment becomes the answer to balance,
commitment to the art, the words and life
of a poet, striken by all manner of epiphanies,
yet the sacrifice of all words, for blood.
Tis a platitude of sorts,
yet truth runs through its veins,
for like the artists of old, Vincent’s ear
and the penniless lives of so many fine souls,
pain and love walk hand in hand,
and the poet, understands.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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All so very true, Tony. The deeper the pain, the more expressive the creativity. Yes, the poet understands. Well penned and deeply felt.
Glad you enjoyed the thoughts Phyllis, and yes we all understand as the creative life is very different and all consuming. Take care.
I couldn’t agree more Tony as my inspiration is often wraughth with mood swings. Something about pain often brings forth surprises that astound us writers. Very nicely expressed my friend. Namaste
Thanks Vincent, and yes you’re right, pain and deeper emotions bring out the best in us and our work; somewhat of an irony. Thank you my friend.