Poetry, Our Intimate Voice
Poetry is the push behind
the wave – the brilliance
sparking light –
the poet, a wonder-er
and wanderer...drawing
illumination from wells
of glistening shadows –
never pondering
the where and when,
his focus always toward,
the Almighty How...
Never seeking the there and then,
making of complex mysteries
bite-size, digestible pieces --
compositions of an omnipotent God's,
ever illusive, Eternal Now...
no work of mere description
will do...
each ensuing articulation, an evolution –
as Darwin observed his Galapagos,
like so, all creation evolves by man's
conscious and unconscious sensing –
The poet, no predetermined
puppet; but, in fact, a Literary Diviner –
believing his practice – man's personal
enunciation through his ever
greater
revelation
of words –
dipping his fanciful
quill into the ink of a
publishing universe – dripping
reams of infinite pages – poetry,
our intimate voice of never-ending
possibilities...
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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