On Writing - An Old Perspective on an Older Subject

before a blank blue-line page

the uneasiness washes over me in a tide

neurons flash

             and i reach through Space and Time

to pluck out the crude chicken scratch letters

that form asymetrical blue patterns

                                   on the paper

they are the blurry photographs of sensation

the insatiable mind's effort

to make its experiences and its sensations

                                     problems and solutions

read and understood by all humanity

write to be believed and to be felt

strain, sweat over the formation of shapes

that are a beacon shedding divine light

on the very nature of ourselves



not everyone is an artist

but

not everyone is a poet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Last night it occurred to me what a strange thing language is.  Where do these words come from?  How did it come to be that patterns on a paper represented ourselves?

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Danielle Blades's picture

stephen,ive thought about that all the time,and i thought i was just weird,(maybe i am and you are too!hehe)but i have to say that words are the most beautiful,mysterious,accurate portraits of ourselves.i love words! i visited your band site,and its wicked sweet lol.i love your poems and your lyrics,very deep.do you start out writing a poem and then turn it into a song or what?cuz ive been trying to decipher how to write songs for my band and them still be poetic,and its complicated.lolsrry this is so long,come visit my site,ill def. keep reading! ~joy~
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