Embodied
Monumentally unfit,
catastrophically inattentive,
blurred vision, writers wrist,
but astronomically inventive;
the words carve a way
through the shadows in my mind,
bringing light to darkness,
as thoughts become sublime;
deflecting all the mundane,
dismissing all the woe,
my life is in such disarray,
but my mind remains in flow.
Holding all my eggs in one basket,
perhaps is balanced wrong,
but for me the simple act of writing,
is my souls own sweet song;
and while aspects of my life aren’t perfect,
and often the roof does leak,
its the home that I have needed,
even when the weather’s bleak;
so with rickety joints and atrophied limbs,
I sit and seek beauty’s plight,
penning all that love dictates,
throughout the day and night.
And if my bits begin to fall,
turned to salt or wasted,
just leave me with two fingers and a brain,
to script my demise, not hastened;
instead let those words just flow,
my phrases pert or languid,
and relish I those thoughts consoled,
my life of joy amended;
and always will I love the words,
that steer my soul to heights unheard,
and quench my thirst for light and love,
that my writing does embody.
Tony DeLorger © 2016
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Beautiful. I am so glad you are such a dedicated writer, I look forward to you works every day, Tony. This is a great piece, well penned. xx
Thanks Phyllis, so pleased you liked it. I actually amaze myself how I can write on demand, to fit in between other responsibilities. I have developed a level of discipline that allows me to turn the switch on and off at a moments notice, which is very handy. Your support is very much appreciated and glad you relate to all my thoughts and expression.
You sir have an unending churning mind, they call it a beautiful mind. This piece is in perfect rhyme, it speaks of your commitment to your craft. A dedication like no other, regardless of your woes, pains and uneasy movements, your soul rushes out with words of constant beauty. Your style your own and pace relentless, like a race horse at the gate, waiting to unleash its power, eyes black as coal, nostrils snorting fire, determined to cross that finish line intact, a winner. You have that streak as a poet, never ending verse. Keep pouring it out my friend, I admire your skill and beautiful mind.
Much appreciated Vincent, you kind words and generosity a testament to your own giving and heart as a writer and poet. Thank you my friend; it is a gift that we can share and appreciated our work. Cheers!