POEM: Unridden

I can
Right more

Than you reed
Beat
Too the weighs
Of the whirled
Having words
And chasing paper
To live only
As every won wants
To be
Still
Unridden
An other
Blooming in carnation

This poem is a 's poem, that is, a poem written — or unridden — about the process of writing .  The theme of this poem touches up on both the ethereal ineffability for which poets reach and the palpability of any poem incarnated into this world through paper and/or voice.  This poem contrasts the more coarse ways of the world — Having words/Chasing paper — with the more nuanced and generally underappreciated ways of poets.  The is more like a good reed than some big oak — swaying to gentle breezes and still standing right after hurricane force winds and reign.  May you find flowering in your .

This entry was posted in Poems, Political and Philosophical Musings and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply