the poet

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here begins the revision:

THE POET, part 1

the most important thing
“they say” (they say)
is WRITE
and write
and right, I’ve been willing
I’ve been wanting
but I’ve been waiting
for a spark to sparkle
some words, a phrase
to substantize behind my eyes
and resonate
and echo in my brain.

I wait for that interior beat
those tiny tight fists
which steadily pummel
until I release
onto paper
onto a screen
a scream
my scream.

with deafening insistence
it pleads to be let out
outside the maze
of uncategorized swirls,
mixing dark and light and color
that populate
my mind.





THE POET, part 2

create something new:
a writer's work
something still unborn
yet unconceived

7 billion versions
viewpoints
visions
of the same old life
same tired world
we each experience.
eyes, coupled,
see differently.
but seven billion
expressable words
don’t function
in any language.

still we do know
what is known
what is seen
and felt and sipped
from the cup of life,
we know;
and to repeat it blandly
colors lacking
flavors dull
makes no artist.

and a writer
is no poet
without his artist
still intact.




THE POET, part 3

CREATE they say
you cannot CONSUME
they say
if you do not create.
you are not welcome
if you do not participate
in our dance around the world.
do not upset
our precarious balance,
tiptoe on the top
of the rotating globe
full of those who gobble
powered by those who make;

one false step
and it'll tip
with the rest
into shit.







here begins the original version:

THE POET, part 1

the most important thing
they say
“they say”
is WRITE
and write
and right, I’ve been willing
I’ve been wanting
but I’ve been waiting
for some spark to sparkle
some words, a phrase
to substantize behind my eyes
and resonate
and echo in my brain

I wait for that interior beat
tiny tight fists
pummel
until I release
onto paper
onto a screen
a scream
my scream

it pleads to be let out
outside the maze
of uncategorized swirls
mixing dark and light and color
that populate
my mind











THE POET, part 2

create something new:
a writer's work
something yet unseen
something yet unborn
yet thought up

7 billion versions
viewpoints
visions
of the same old life
the same old world
we all know.
eyes see differently
but can words
say differently?
there are not 7 billion words
in any language.

we know
what is known
we know
what is seen
and felt and sipped
from the cup of life
and to repeat it blandly
colors lacking
flavors dull
makes no artist.

and no writer cannot be an artist too










THE POET, part 3

CREATE they say
you cannot CONSUME
they say
if you do not create
you are not welcome
if you do not participate
in our dance around the world
do not upset
our precarious balance
tiptoe on the top
of the rotating globe
full of those who gobble
powered by those who make

one false step
and it'll tip
with the rest
into shit.