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Saturday, May 18, 2019

It's been a while since I posted anything, but I want to repost a poem from last year. I came across it today and I made some revisions. I think it speaks deeply of the creative process.


What The Bard?

In a world of
stardom and logos,
of sprinting after
fulfillment and applause,
we still search for meaning,
for reasons of being,
and what is.
Too busy for long tomes
and in-depth treatises,
this generation finds inspiration
in the short and concise,
in song and verse
which dredge thru our memories
and confirm our being
and celebrate reality.

The bard unwraps the known world,
drawing hope out of the violence,
drawing meaning out of the hope.

Behind the rhymed words
and carefully crafted verses,
the essence of what is is revealed,
fulfilling the very human need
to connect with the Substrata of Life
in this dimension,
even if not understood,
even if still left with longing for clarity.

The bard journeys ever inward,
past the contradictions of everyday life,
skirting the ghosts of memories,
squeezing past every impending concept
beaming from the sun of the Knower
but yet to be revealed
on this fleshly plane
by some intuitive monad.

Into the cauldron of inspiration
the poet dips his mind
and draws out perceptions yet un-thought of,
and translates into human words their essence,
giving flesh to the bones of dreams,
creating truths out of holograms.

And thus, a thing is created,
a something out of nothing,
a Polaroid of time and existence
to titillate, to warm, to surprise,
to teach, to uplift, to shock,
yes, even to castigate or warn,
but always to share something
which Mind impels the soul and pen
to reveal to a humanity ravenous for meaning -
a thus is birthed a poem.



agd - May 2019