Spartan Riches

Spartan Riches by Odin Roark Creation asks not for center stage How plentiful these quiet treasures Demanding not a price Void of glitter Gaff And loud acclaim drowning Senses Reason Imagination pursues instead Honesty’s nod The up and down gesture Everyday patrons volunteer On discovering virtuosity’s subtle essence Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture So too the Van Goghs of everyday living Patiently await man’s simple willingness To emote with the light of a smile Perhaps even tears Knowing as in nature Creative efforts spawn Reciprocal wavelengths of appreciation Finding respite wherever An honest heart and mind’s tuning fork awaits Often Creation senses not the obvious Artistry’s honorific slips Obliging a personage quest Unaware resultant luminary trappings Often engender insecurities Petrifying life’s inner sanctum That place where inception seeds the unknown Bestows lasting memories Where both a mother’s caress And the brush strokes of oiled color Add to the canvas of expectancy’s Freely shared gifts and rewards Too late at times Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands Obliging a servitude to fame Risking enslavement Either to gilded prisons Or the bridled razor wire of power Needing to gallop down a home stretch Willingly adding to the blood-laden turf Determined the day’s finish line Will provide yet another carrot To satiate the bestial appetite for superiority Fortunately A meaningful number Manage to avoid a system’s pandering Obviating trophydom’s trap Existing solely as creation’s flow Appeasing those whose hearts and minds Seek but revelation of impact A seeding of possible enlightenment Respecting the virtue of namelessness So goes the Spartan riches Accumulating with anonymous authenticity Giving it’s own reciprocal nod Back to that which inspires creativity All without demands Without price