a poem
A poet’s wish
or perhaps a dream, the poet’s dream?
A wish of a life A life lived truly... only in words Thoughts laid bare plain, simple, pure Like the sea, the storm that rages the ocean so deep calm so cold beckoning doldrums, clung to in passion and despair The whisper of a breeze? A faint caress Exposes me Naked, for all to see To laugh, to taunt, to stone, to crucify To regard from afar in distance Jealousy, envy, greed, sloth Seven wonders Obsession Naked With such virtuous adoration, repulsive, revolting that hypocrite so oft misunderstood Oh that revenant of man.
If the world could only stop pause a moment, momentum broken, faith torn asunder The beast asleep may waken with fresh eyes, open and clear seeing the corner, in focus, within plain sight Such superficial words silenced by the deep, the void that beckons light Open those eyes, that I know, can see beneath can see within my skin, my crusty clothes that thin mantle they dress me in Eyes that can withstand the glare of that utmost blackness To gaze with longing at that most naked of things That thing that is In truth, in me.
some thoughts on the verse
Perhaps best left unsaid, but the poet for me is life itself, as epitomised by our planet. Life that is within us all, perhaps even within all, it certainly does reside within me.
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and finally
These days I busk for a living so if you like the thoughts I share freely I’m glad. If you really like them you can always buy me a coffee and we’ll share a toast to our good health, https://ko-fi.com/bottomatt, but don’t feel the need as I don’t care much for money, it’s a necessity for sure, but one I can do without -I’m one of the lucky ones.
You won’t find me within any publications other than my own ‘blogs’, not unless I change my mind, which is always possible in time. My reasons? I recall a conversation I once had with a guy about tents to whom I replied:
I prefer to sleep under the stars, come out and join me if you wish.
a reply that irritated him greatly at the time, and I can understand why, but as a man who sees himself as one of billions, I can’t help that. A view, I know, which can easily be mistaken for arrogance, but I know it is not — it is so much more than that.
