The Perspiration Of DesireA Poem by Ben TaylorMay Challenge (For Prompts and Reviews Group).The notes slip through my fingers, Only those parallel with perfection Remaining in my palm. Each beat, each measure, Is a step in the direction I wish to be travelling in. The amount of time allocated to music, The beat of the drums, The thrum of strings, Supercedes all else. The glimmer of a future is held In each recorded whisper, Each strum and tear of sweat. I know what I desire, And I chase it with rabid determination. The lyrics are a gateway, A transition-- One passion to another. Heating and fusing words: The anvil of intellectuality. Hammered into melody, But also, onto paper. The infinite canvas of idea, The perfect brushstrokes of vocabulary-- Used to paint in a style unachievable By mere pigment and paper. For how else can emotion be embodied, Except through the arrangement, The precision, of poetry? How else can I bleed my feelings Into coagulated solidity? As the dust that forms all that I am, Letters, words, and sentences miraculously define, Classify, and express my innermost "me".
© 2011 Ben TaylorAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on May 5, 2011 Last Updated on May 6, 2011 AuthorBen TaylorColumbia, MOAboutAlmost everything I write now is relatively real, so just read what I write and get to know me. more..Writing
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