(Miss the good news? Be sure to check out my previous post for details on an upcoming poetry reading, award, and radio interview – it’s a busy couple months ahead!)
ashen world detritus
clogging pores and pouring
out live within
sanctuary of knowledge
fortress by education, maze-like
without the cheese, just history and
ink dripping from the binding—
not a prayer
nor a thought,
it’s the brick and mortar keeps me
it’s the paper worlds that defend me
it’s the flesh and bone that births me
beyond, the living
not made, clandestine
nights of exhaustion for figments
no imagination save “away”.
Familiar is the chirp
of the restoration aria
gentle minds contemplate
as they dream bare foot dreams.
I am the way.
beyond the knowing
– as such
for learning is love
but loving its possession–
the search yearns
breathes and breeds but
We are on the way
or we, drifting in the ripples
are nothing but
Twilight hush amidst the room;
a voice, rising through the shadow throng
commits the universe to notes
and I, swooning through the grace of logic, rise
drifted on the captivated stars
onto the mystic sea, glittering in
transcendental mysticism fires
that will not be bound by flesh:
a word, they say, a notion
but in that heaving sky
the rush of majesty;
souls which lie
When you are young
belief is hard
but it is hard like death
creeping from the birthing room
featureless among the lives
its sadness would compensate
energy that caresses old noblesse
but never will its time oblige.
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
~ Albert Einstein
“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.”
Not all of us have the inherent genius, nor the training for all that we would like. Some us are, sad as it may seem to those without, better at certain things than others. But it is also the beauty of the human experience that this can be made up for by another quality, one that Einstein knew well: curiosity.
The drive to investigate, to learn, to poke and poke until the curtain falls is more than mere persistence, mere stubbornness–it’s a passion. While it may prove the longer route, its results are also often the most satisfying. For in indulging our curiosity, we work our minds and our bodies, push ourselves to unravel the secrets of the world, and impart on us the talents to engage them. Will it always pan out? Of course not. I could investigate the workings of higher math functions day-in and day-out, but I dare say the ever-increasing layers of calculus will not unravel before me.
If you want to learn something, though–if something calls to you from heart or mind–then do not hold that curiosity back. It killed the cat–doesn’t mean it will kill you. Unless, of course, you want to learn how to properly lick an outlet. At that point, there’s nothing any of us can do for you.
Yet I will add this point: nothing–hear me: nothing–stirs creativity, like curiosity.
“The larger the island of knowledge, the longer the shoreline of wonder.”
~Ralph W. Sockman
Beneath our hungry shore
between life and grass
more skin blossoms.
Leap off moon–
man is wild,
* My latest submission for the great gathering of international poets known as One Shot Wednesday. Short but sweet, and more than little cooky to more than a few of you, I’m sure, I give unto you “A Gambol Song”, my latest bit of free verse.