Stupid Poets

Bad choices make good muses

July 22, 2019

Once I said “I turn to poems for advice”

And surely, I’ve been happier since

Though I’ve no way of telling

If it’s the poem,

Or the circumstance,

Or everything else in between

 

Once I said “I find salvation in the pages”

Regardless of how dank they all had seemed

Tear-jerking and fearful,

Like some overused metaphor

Still in full effect

For being palpable, tangible, real

 

The feel of the invisible wrench

Was upon my younger heart

As the hand of the playful handler

Wielded the tool

 

Against the halls walls

They were alone and so was I

She was beautiful in blue

And I was sad in it

 

But I was publicly contained

Like a proper young man

But was I a young man? I wasn’t

 

I was publicly contained

Like a proper young man

But in the walls of my abode

I was a mess

 

Yes! Love is the victual of the soul

And again I was hungry

But my appetite was dead.

 

Once, after all this had passed

I vowed to rid my rhythm of its rhyme

And vowed to write with joy

For the benefit of the lonely

 

But is it possible

That whilst greatly happier than before,

to feel lonely still?

 

And accuse rhyme

To be devoid of authenticity

And formality and form

Far from what is real?

 

Because how can the expression

Of a chaos be so organized,

And to ears sound heaven

From what hell is to the heart?

 

Even so, there’s no denying

I have taken the advice

Pill by pill for the demise of my pains,

And the advice as bitter medicine.

 

Joining now the ranks

Of all attempting at beauty

Although no stranger

To the arrogance of pain

And daring now to say

The pedantic thought:

THERE IS NO OTHER WAY BUT THROUGH

And taken as no wise man,

But a closet romantic,

Once and for all

I say I AM A POET!

 

And the cure is not so much

The resulting poem

As it is

The Stupid Poet!

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

"How can the expression of chaos
be so organized"

Those lines spoke to me loud and clear. My style very much classical. Restrained within the confines of meter and rhyme. That takes skill, but you lose out to language while retaining musicality. I find these days I am breaking free.

There was much to consider in your lines, they also tell a story of unrequited love. That sucks big time. I very much enjoyed your style of expression and the journey you took me on.

Chris

[NATO KRYVAVRY]

Indeed, I still have a long way to go especially in technicalities and form.

Thank you for your appreciation and much sought for feedback, Chris!

I'm glad though that the message got through somehow.

[Robert Trakofler]

the refuge of wright is a great thing to have it is a universal sustainance:) In the throws of expression although it is written with intent the true defines sneak into the lines to a new definition the more that we delve the more that sense of longing and hunger come to light:) welcome to the brotherhood Nato

[NATO KRYVAVRY]

Thanks Bad Bunny! Yes, there is refuge in creation. :)