In the Wake of Gods

True inspiration, I sense, almost feel, cannot

be bottled like the wind or spun

as if everyday run-of-the-mill cloth --

imagination requires a quick and

steady mind to keep the twisting fibers

roving about the spindle -- free

of the hallucinatory entanglements

of unballasted apprehensions.

Poetry, if often confused, conflated

with ethereal elements, cannot flourish  

for long once the Sonneteer drifts  

off lucidity into the ambiguous

shoals of a cracked reality. Our craft

was never meant to navigate the wake of Gods.

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Can’t navigate, must allow ourselves to be carried.

[Ken Simm.]

Are you saying either inspiration is because you research what interests you. Or it is like a good fart. Either way I really enjoyed this well written piece and I was joking about the fart.

[Ken e Bujold]

well that too can be viewed as poetic :)

in all seriousness: this was written in the wake of reading Setting the River on Fire, a great book about Robert Lowell's struggles with bipolar mania.
In it was a great line by Lowell in which he noted that he wrote while manic, but revised when depressed or on even keel. Reason was, inspiration akin to madness is want to go in every direction. A steady hand is needed to guide the ship through the dark void of unloosed thoughts.

[Ken Simm.]

Now that is certainly very true and real.

[emmajoygreen]

I agree wholeheartedly. Best I can say according to your rule of thumb, 'Our craft was never meant to navigate the wake of Gods'