Mediocrity’s War Zone

Creative arts may be fighting a final battle.

Triviality and paltriness pulsate

From the ubiquitous cell phones,

Seemingly glued to the hands of a populous

Clutching the implement of advance technology

Like a pacifier,

Pampering the suckling nature

Of childlike groping for attention.

Many thrive on clever ways

To avoid certain discomforts,

Usually reverting to less than genuine pretext,

And voila.

Out the side door with another

Successful manipulation accomplished.

And so…

Even as the heat of maneuvering begins to ignite,

The army of cell phone addicts becomes a relentless tide

Assaulting all the carefully conceived visions and sonances in its path

Creating a pandemic of Tom Dick and Harry fever.

Like sorrily imitating poetic thought,

Mundane greeting card text

Relegates effective rhapsodic reflection--

Once a beacon of illuminating conception--

To but undertones in the the cacophony

Of digital noise.

In an effort to rise above the din,

Chaos often spawns a strange beauty

Breaking through the smoke and ash;

The excellence of human creative audacity steals away

From the mundane,

Trusting the sublime reward

Of each pain-staking inventive result.

Such is the continuance of a testament to the human spirit

And the indomitable presence of inspiration.

Yes…

Artists hear and see the many voices of support and belief,

Even as they too exercise resilience

In the face of mediocrity.

Those of creative preference will always embrace enlightenment

And encourage more.