The Poet

This is dedicated to every writer on the site. I personally believe this to be the best poem I have, myself, written. Curious to know what you guys think. This is very personal. Fuel & Pollen, part 7

The Poet

Poetic influx, blueprints of a magnetic hallucinogenic; Ebullience. Scatterbrained,

words manifest into beautiful inquiries, borne attenuated, nourished into connotation. 

Oh how the rhymes pulsate in my brain's milky offal, I can see them materialize in front of me. Patterns, geometric in actuality. Laymen fumble when they try to outreach their grasp ; although they fall in my lap.

Compulsory, I feel. How I must arrange them into a portrait. 

Sleepless, I feel. They intend to increase their pheromones. 

Tales, gloomy and saturated with dreadful; hermetical, memories. 

Clashing, thrashing, against the ones who know less,

ones who hold no purpose of decoding, 

men and women I have met. 

Land, sky, caffeinated neurones, all sing their siren song to get me 

here. Along the shoreline, they ask what it all means. The tide ascends. 

 

Author's Note

This poem is something I am very proud of. Indirectly it is the most personal piece I have ever written, because I write these so often it really does take a toll on me. I wrote this right off of writers block which is kinda fitting. The ending lines "Along the shoreline they ask what it all means. The tide ascends" is a direct reference to the poem "Introduction To Poetry" by Billy Collins, where he writes:

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

- I read that poem in grade twelve, and it really stuck out to me. Thats basically what this poem is about, how people don't take creative writing for just the joy of reading but always wanting some concret answer as to what its about. The tide ascending is exactly that.

This is Fuel and Pollen part 7, the closing poem will be posted tomorrow.

Reviews

[Aarontastic]

In the first stanza you describe how a poet's mind works, or is supposed to work: even though that is your own description of your own creative process, I think it must be the same for all poets out there, at least when they are writing well. I have to confess to being a layman though, because I'm always fumbling XD I have a very logic-oriented, concrete manner of thinking, and so I struggle to write good poetry--I'm much better at writing stories for that reason. Anyway, I think it's cool/appropriate that you dedicated this to all the poets on this site, because there are definitely a lot of talented ones; even though I can't say I'm among them I think there's a more fundamental solidarity between all artists so I could relate to this too.

This line resonated with me the most:

"Compulsory, I feel. How I must arrange them into a portrait."

That's always how I feel whenever I get the impulse to write a story. It's not a choice, it's something that's literally welling up from inside my head that I just have to realize on paper.

And that is a super wise poem by Billy Collins XD I took a creative writing class in 11th grade because I like to write and read what others have written. But when you talk to a lot of people who take those classes, or go to writer's workshops, or frantically consult professional writing manuals for advice, it's obvious that a lot of people think there is some magic blueprint to being creative and writing when their just isn't.

Deep.

[Jetta Zippora]

Bold, spectacular write! I can feel the energy and personal spirit of it...very well written, friend.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautiful in content! Well written with poetic brillant phrases!

[Shaun Fisher]

*thumbs up*

[Wolfwind]

This ink of yours was amazing! It was a pleasure to read as the words and flow flexed the mind and soul. Fabulous word smithing. Product of a true poet indeed.

Aaron

[Emma Ruth]

"I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it."

This is perfect; a poem should mean something different to everyone - there is no right and wrong answer. Death of the Author has always been my belief, otherwise, we limit a poem's capacity... Very nice write :)

[captain]

i like this it hides a deeper meaning.

[Dr. Wood ?]

great poem...Very true...we write.....END OF......Why should we be pigeon holed?...Analysed....and critisised

[Coyote Poetry]

"Land, sky, caffeinated neurones, all sing their siren song to get me
here. Along the shoreline, they ask what it all means. The tide ascends. "
The above lines were my motivation for many years. I like the thoughts in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[afra]

another beautiful write ...i love it