lyrics

is it akin to discovering a star;

or  more alike formulating that thing

that hadn't yet manifested,

then struggling to bind a patent

before the others even pursue?

the melodies are eternal and in the air;

restless fingers reaching through the staff

trapped in the bars of the rhyme,

clawing until the ancient notes 

unfurl within the artist's infinite  mind.

can you conceptualize truth before your pen

touches that waiting, thirsting parchment?

if so your abstract reasoning is well 

to wet your quill,

light the divine candle of human condition,

extinguish the match,

and write quickly in the flickering.

it is in moments the ink flows slow and true,

steadily icing the brilliant refrain,

varying its conditions: fragile, breathing, palpitating.

it has been there all the time,

pursued by the insane, lost to the proud,

cashed by the wicked, spent by the lame,

but only owned by you.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"lyrics"
m.s.early,
Inspiration is to be treasured and used and shared.
This poem is like a breath which carries one
through the airbut as we are carried we are
allowed our own feelings and joys
which come singing from our lips.
"the melodies are eternal and in the air;
restless fingers reaching through the staff
trapped in the bars of the rhyme,
clawing until the ancient notes
unfurl within the artist's infinite mind."
From your poem's message I felt allowed
and given permission
to just be and to write what is within.
Blessings,
Kathy

[James Hades]

This poem killed me. Honestly, the whole use of imagery of the antique, i.e. "parchment, divine candle, ancient notes" and so on, this teleported me back to ancient greece, where individuals would gather together and spill from mind onto ink, their well thought knowledge and philosophies. Overall, this poem is incredibly written, it leaves the reader to believe you are writing about lyrics and the power of lyrical knowledge - and this leaves us with the question, lyrics as in music? or poetic lyrics? - then one might be teleported to the ancient times of real knowledge like i was, where this poem becomes a somewhat ode to the ancients and their "real" appreciation of art, knowledge and so on.

Honestly, great piece. I'll be rereading this one a couple times for sure. Thank you for such inspiring writing!

[m.s.early]

Wow. Thank you so much for such a rave review!

[Ruth]

As a musician as well as a writer, I feel this...the process is always an uncertain one and works differently for everyone. An organic process....loved this, gives birth to thought itself x

[justjenn_2u]

Discovering something one never thought to discover or perhaps creating it for yourself. Knowing something others aren't aware of so the meaning is now a secret. Muse is overpowered and has extensive emotions to still exhale. Will your true thought pattern reach the paper to create a poem before you lose all thought perception? Writing can be so full of passion that even a fire can't extinguish it. Write on.

[m.s.early]

(: thank you sweet Jenn :)

[Mockingbird]

very inspiring. the ability to capture one's flicker of clarity and brilliance and translate them to the written word is quite amazing. i like how you describe the experience of it as that of creating music that is celestial and 'only owned by you.' i agree, we ultimately write for ourselves, and experience our own ecstasy at creation and manifestation...now this is the part where you tell me i'm completely off ; )
i enjoyed it nonetheless.

[m.s.early]

Nope :) I think you nailed it. Thank you for reviewing!