A Poem’s Conception
Like the beginning of a birth
The swarm of squirming words
opt for position
Knowing a one-word attachment
Creates the beginning,
Just as our human conception
Embraces the task of purpose
In seeking purchase.
The moment has arrived
Where lexiconic imagination through
Left-hemispheric order and control
Enjoins Right’s sphere of creativity
As a new addition begins its gestation
Into the population of words.
Patience rules identity’s progression
As attributes develop into essence,
Accompanied by sub-text of intention
Layering each accumulative sentence
Into stanzas of growth,
A time-dependent progressional experience
Where maternal and fraternal aspects of behavior
Start the poem’s journey of influence
To become generational contribution
Into the intellectual and emotional consideration
Of all that is
And all which may possibly become.
Oh, the resplendent reward
Of those initial moments of birth’s acknowledgment
The acceptance by a polyglot readership
Allowing a sensorial reaction
To influence their growth and understanding.
For…
A poem’s parental influence
Rests in the hearts and minds
Of strangers,
Acquaintances,
As well as family,
Even as the early moments of delivery
Subject the eyes that peer upon this new creation
With blinks of comprehension and self-evaluation
One may not have expected.
Might there also be before them,
Still wrapped in the poet’s swaddling comfort
Of love,
Commitment,
And purpose,
A heretofore unrealized insight?
Love ya!
Jane
I guess any poet would be honored to know that their concept presented in the poem would become part of new insight, a phrase or stanza oft quoted and given credit to the poet or the poem reprinted where millions may see and understand it.
Ron
I take exception to Richard's comment about a poem never being finished. While that may be true, I don't like to tinker with poems that I wrote "back when". The poem has had its moment in creative time, and apart from perhaps cleaning up bits and pieces of errors or individual word choice, I never change earlier poems. For all intents and purposes, they are finished. Heck, I go back a few years and see titles in my files that I forgot I had written and reread them "as if for the first time", wondering what I had written.
As Richard said, your poem is thought-provoking.