Anonymity

my thoughts on going public as a poet...voiced in the popular prose used a few hundred years ago!

Anonymity                                                  24 Sep 2010

                                                                                                

Alone in the crowd I pass unseen,

donning my mantle - obscurity,

wrestling the demons of expression:

self-doubt, that illusive deeper meaning,

standing cloaked in my wishful dreams,

at this fair where impassioned sentiments

shape bold and desperate schemes.

Shall I surrender to this longing, 

break the silence of these walls surround

the fortress of my solitude?

Its empty echoes dance the halls,

their sweetest song yet null with none to listen.

 

Like my brave flags there flying high

above embattled parapets…unseen! 

Too long adrift on innocence’ naïve breeze,

that whispers softly, gently lulls, so deftly plays

on my complacency, my senses,

my fanciful desires - defenses,

and beckons now to wait awhile,

and wait awhile, and wait awhile…

til summer turns to winter frost,

then back to green and life of spring.

 

Then Conscience boldly comes of age

and counsels me to reason,                                                

“Flaunt thy bold poetic youth,

embrace just cause and champion sooth,

like Calliope’s resplendent prince,

stand tall in valor’s morning light 

full steeped in inspiration's fire,

shine brightly on this field of dreams 

‘fore thine resolve grows world weary

and harshly scorns the passing season, 

slips vainly through thy hands...
procrastinations plan."

I ask myself,  "Why hurry now?"

Alone, I’ve traveled far to seek,

my fate, my fame, my fortune.

The sailors seas, the minstrels streets, the travelers stars, 

call to me as if I know them,

we’re partners fast - long confidants,

our paths entwined, deep secrets harbored

like only brothers, thieves or lovers,

share intimacy unlike all others…

 

What then man? Forfeit hard-won freedom dear?! 

Forfeit this lust of vagabonds, 

to wander free til sad and wan,

grow homesick searching e'er anon, 

no longer roam or seek beyond,

concede then to conventions yawn,

the status quo - surrender to their plan,

make myself known, turn fashion’s man?

  

Beat chambers that my heart booms like a drum,

roiling spirit's brisk gale to blow

and breathe my breath into this world?

Weave elegant tapestries of words 

so MY thoughts shape the minds of men?

Breach this reign of silence - unveil 

this sequestered treasure's crypt?

Speak loudly this child's voice held quiet,

'gainst vogue repartee’s grim din?

 

Then self-resolve cast fate begin!

Unfurl this Bard’s fey homely banner,

Let blare cognizance trumpetry!

Throw off this cloak of strangeness,

aye, let the mask of strangeness fall…

for I sit the seat of unrenown,

a stranger from another town

a candle only seen by one, 

hand screened - that not blow out,

whose voice ne’er spake amidst the others 

long held silent- so now let loudly challenge!

 

Welcome me not with awkward gaping stares,

worse yet - like chattering finches scared,
that notice not, the hawk alights!

Welcome me not with judgement’s thorny spike,

hopes bloodied by the crucifier’s nails,

Welcome me not with hollow notes all insincere,

for I will surely know,

Welcome but with love and kindness

gently then my friends
that I might learn and grow.

 

"Careful!" Whispers one who stands 

there ‘long the wallflower's row,

then softly warns ‘gainst theft of fruits - my labors.

pale vain attempt to deftly sew,
a fear creation can be stole,

a void will e'er stand empty.

So why then all this history taunt,

when time holds out his long tradition?

Whom lacks but pride and strength of being

would steal an artists's essence - soul?

Would not by that the world they'd but enrich?

Every plagiarizer lifts the muse's words;

Though social brow is tilted high

the neighbors refuse 's deftly combed,

Every crow that flies with trinket prize

stole glittering bright what garnished proud

to soon decaying warrior’s bier.

Collectors rob the Pharaoh’s tomb,

While vampires drink and drink their host…

Yet, all these search for something lost,

aye memories lost, familiar - lost,

aye so long lost.

 

Like Nature’s beauty never seen,

the virgin meadow, mountain spring,

the falls cascade breathtakingly.

Beyond the fields, bright flower-painted,

wild and free like dawn’s first morning,

sparkling web bejeweled with dew,

Nature’s fragile tiara adorning,

arc prism light of the rarest diamonds,

captured from an angels crown,

fairest star's pale light shines down.

 

Hurl then now this fledgling from the nest,

let devilish impulse’ hindrance falter!

Sound with spoon the crystals’ rim,

call out - the room- attentive order!

Let bravely blare the Herald’s trumpet

proclaim at last my sublime debut,

draw all eyes to this humble image, 

my soul before you, naked - true. 

 “This Bard hath come with trade to offer,

sentiments proffered and words to barter!”

How else betray my beauty yet unveiled, 

lest boldness encourage caution's spurn?

 

RIKKEVI RUE copyright 2010 all rights reserved

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Author's Note

uncensored criticism requested

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

This is like an opus, I mean I loved the wordage the flow the thinking the thought process, I am in such deep love of your poetic mind it caputres me with the thoughts that make on a writer, I have inside of this wonderful piece of work seen the inspiration for so many pieces....YOU ARE DIVINE.....

[Rikkevi Rue]

on the tip of your tongue the nectar drips off the finger of inspection...you touch the edge of my world, Written not to inspire, nor to entreat, perhaps to share the mantle of alone...

[bookworm]

Rikk, I am speechless. What could I possibly say?...Seriously. There isn't one sound I could utter from my feeble range of expression that wouldn't feel like an insulting smack to this stunning work of art. Of course, my romantic sensibilities are overflowing with delight, but I haven't the academic experience to convey my humbled reaction to your mind-numbing genius. Your determination to gain comfort with this style has more than sufficiently paid off. If you were able to create this over the course of a few hours a day for several days, you have gone beyond mastering such a challenge. You have just solidified my suspicions from the start...you are by far, one of the most serious contenders around (not that you are particularly interested in such things, but a fact is a fact is a fact....this made my whole morning....:)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you've captured the aura brilliantly~ and recreated a world of classic voices in verdant echoes~