03-31-2014, 11:15 AM
In terms of meaning, yes there is, and the author is as clueless as the reader. however meaning should not be confused with clarity. In terms of meaning, I have revisited poems I have written 10,20,30 years ago, and find things in them that I know at the time I had no conception of, so I know I did not intentionally write that into the poem. As far as I am concerned, I am a translator for the muse, whether you call it God, the collective unconscious, or Bullwinkle.
Midwife
Asleep, deep in the twilight part of night, sometimes,
I’ll be awakened by a sleepless poem pacing in my mind.
Knowing that fighting is pointless, I'll eventually concede,
give in, get up and write it down, vowing, "Just this one last time!"
Only to find the lines already formed, cadence set, as well as rhyme.
Though late and despite me, this nascent being never hesitates
in fear: for like a babe full formed does this poem appear.
No part had I in its gestation, nor did it need me to create;
it need only borrow of me that small a priori part of mind.
Thus relegated, I play my role as midwife and womb surrogate,
though an easy labor for this birth had been pre-defined.
Birthed from this mental wasteland, a newly emanate light,
to confound the drowsy darkness and conquer the sleeping night.
Midwife
Asleep, deep in the twilight part of night, sometimes,
I’ll be awakened by a sleepless poem pacing in my mind.
Knowing that fighting is pointless, I'll eventually concede,
give in, get up and write it down, vowing, "Just this one last time!"
Only to find the lines already formed, cadence set, as well as rhyme.
Though late and despite me, this nascent being never hesitates
in fear: for like a babe full formed does this poem appear.
No part had I in its gestation, nor did it need me to create;
it need only borrow of me that small a priori part of mind.
Thus relegated, I play my role as midwife and womb surrogate,
though an easy labor for this birth had been pre-defined.
Birthed from this mental wasteland, a newly emanate light,
to confound the drowsy darkness and conquer the sleeping night.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.