in this world,
the realization begins
with an ache,
a vague
sense of longing,
for a life
of more meaning,
that we so badly
need to be true,
comes an
insatiable lust
to brush against
the soft shoulder
of a purely
creative existence,
can be no room for
pleasurable illusions,
we must vow to
do battle with the
world for headspace
every f*cking second
of our existence,
come more
close to ears,
as endless spirals
of deep, dark rejection
rip through our souls
with every intent
to destroy us
until they reveal just
how hallow and weak
their grip is,
easy gains when
dreams begin
on the other side
of fear and pain
a threshold,
once crossed,
leaves you
forever changed
never to return
to the harsh
world again,
want it to end,
never will you
wish to stop sharing
with this world
tiny glimpses
of your soul
for it is the only
thing that
makes you feel
whole again.
What a visceral and evocative poem. Some really strong word choices, “insatiable lust,” “battle with the world,” and “endless spirals of rejection” particularly stood out. I like the poems movement from ache to rebellion to revelation. The closing lines work especially well to offer a poignant view on wholeness.
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Good afternoon, dear friend @ericvancewalton
As always, you bring us another beautiful composition. I love the last verse:
"You'll never want it to end,
you'll never want to stop sharing
with this world
little glimpses
of your soul
because it's the only thing
that makes you feel
whole again."
Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful compositions.
Have a wonderful afternoon.
Thank you my friend. I wish you a wonderful day!
That is a lovely line! Mushy, warm, comforting.
In a world where we are encouraged and often required to merely regurgitate, to create something new makes of us a kind of god.
Thank you! That's the best way I could think of to describe the blessing of being able to create for a living. : )
My dear friend, Marilyn Goldsmith, was a brilliant poet. She could write in any poetic form. I was always astonished by what she could do with words. She wrote once, about poets, in her poem, Sonnet for a Poet:
You write poetry, because you write poetry. As you say,
You have to be a little bit crazy to be a poet, I think, but what a wonderful kind of madness.
Keep writing :) I like this poem very much.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, thank you! That's a great (and accurate) stanza! I'm going to have to go in search of some of Marilyn's other writing. Do you have a favorite book of hers you'd suggest? Now that you mention it, I think most of us creatives are a little "crazy" but then I sometimes wonder if the normies (non-creatives) aren't the ones that are truly insane. ; )
Any creative process requires a special state of the soul. While we are immersed in 'routine things,' that creativity, 'those words may no longer sound in our ears.' Marguerite Duras said: 'Being in a hole, at the bottom of a hole, in an almost total solitude, and discovering that only writing saves you.' Hugs
Oh yes, that's so true. We have to put ourselves into a receptive state for the inspiration and ideas to flow in. That quote is so accurate. Those who have this connection with creativity are never truly alone, it's the best friend in the world. Hugs to you Nancy.
Very nice. That opening line actually has some really religious tones. At least for me. It's good stuff!
Thank you Jay!
The way you describe longing for a more genuine life is relatable, which I also wish in 10 years.
I hope you're able to achieve it!
#hive #posh