Monomania’s Resolve

Tenacious peace abounds within,
but the breeze-wafted silk of its voice
reaches not the gravel roil of mind's madness.

From where do these costumed barbs emerge,
these ice encrusted mirages of sight,
once fertile echoes of life's pronouncements,
abundance for the imagined,
satiation for resolute hope?

 
A break in the overcast illumes
our muse’s buoyed creation
holding fast,

refusing to become yet another wisp of evaporative chance.

Voracity rains down on our resistant ceiling of uncertainty
to imbue the quill with courage to prevail,
even as stubborn imagination holds tenuous
the freedom to fail.

And

Like dutiful sentinels,
these fissions of creative will
refuse to become inert,
even as fear seeks to contain.

For just as infinity knows not an end,
so too the creative energy within
perceives the writer's fingers
as capricious servants
to vision's impatience.

Alas

The keyboard is made live
and a page's testimony releases
another moment's reckoning,

forever the author's reason for living
the tomorrows of our yesterday
the possible empowerment for readers today.

One's own summit appears in sight,
a spire risen from the desert,
fearing not its exposure,
imagining simply
holding firm the resolve,

knowing more summons

are but waiting to break through

the next overcast of doubt.