We Sometimes Weep
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What really makes the fingers grip the pen and write, or tap out a pattern of keys resulting in words that somehow usually make sense, even though we gaze at the paper and scratch our heads often with ”where did that come from?” (Image by Azita)
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
We Sometimes Weep
by Odin Roark
Who wrote this poem,
This conjunction of thoughts
From memories,
Mine?
Experiences solely,
Mine?
Number, line and dot,
Understandings,
Mine?
Asking.
Always we ask
From where
Drifts,
Darts,
Stabs,
Slides,
These words.
Assume we must.
Alchemy of mind?
Maybe.
Channeling?
perhaps.
Inspiration?
Mmm.
Answers.
A guess.
Assumption.
Calculation.
Odds.
Chance?
Even when willing to
Ask,
Assume,
Answer,
There seems to be no stopping
Our floating about.
Pages, our magic carpet.
Transporting us to
Cave-walls, yet to be discovered,
Time's ancient etchings,
Continuance awaiting arousal.
From where this endurance originates?
We know not.
We ponder.
We sometimes weep.
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The cave walls are growing every day, both with ancient discoveries deep within and new revelations written on the wall of the cloud to be transported to the stars someday. No greater creativity than this.
Ron
compelling read
look forward to reading more of your work
keep writing
m