The Rise of a Poem
In this kingdom of my vast and eclectic mind,
I sometimes stroll in aimless pensive kind,
with thoughts so lost in translation
they circle like vultures, swoop in careless glee,
with nowhere else to be,
just broken free from my machinations.
And in this desert of dusty plains,
windswept and dry for all the rains that couldn’t,
that wouldn’t cleans these lonely thoughts,
words adrift in endless skies
where blues in hues of sad reprise
just float on forever.
Sometimes phrases come to mind,
as if to entice, to bring to mind their past,
where I first empowered them,
found beauty in their rhymes or purpose
in their fine expressions of intention,
a dereliction of my duty to have let them go.
But fragments make not the whole,
and adrift they seem so alone,
I just wish I could restore them all
to beauty’s hold,
not allow their wandering as I,
in the emptiness of this kingdom of solace.
Words collect above in flocks of radiant purpose,
the surface of a sky the shadow of so many,
and choose I do in random view,
to incite that stream of creativity,
that so assumes my mind to write,
to find a path in poetry’s plight, ensue.
And so from inner thoughts they rise for place,
to find the grace of artistry,
and follow thoughts to black and white
the flight of words and phrases
that might engender minds to open wide,
and listen in their favor.
So rich this process of flow,
where minds immersed in creative thought
know exactly what they want,
and as each word and phrase is spent,
stanzas rise and fall, lament,
a blessing for all installed.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Very nicely penned and emoted work, Tony. Well done.
Glad you enjoyed it Phyllis, and take care.
X
Lovely piece my friend. It is crazy how we each collect and form our own verses in such different intriguing ways. Nice work.
So true Paul, I used to think that wouldn’t it be great to write like someone else we admire ( you most definitely one of mine) , until I realized that we each are so unique in how we write, that even if we wanted to we couldn’t. We can emulate, but in the end we must find our own voice and style that is us completely. In time if we are persistent, that happens, and no-one can touch what we do. Its magical. Glad you appreciated this one my friend.
A wonderful write surely muses inspired. Enjoyed.
So pleased you enjoyed it Rasma. Take care.
Very nice Tony.
Thanks Glenda, glad you enjoyed it. Take care.