Beyond Our Art

The vicious beasts of passion 

Raging within we may try and tame 

Till behind our narrow, cold eyes 

We kindle a dim light of docility

 

We may heal the desolate

Stark desert of our mind so that

A remembrance of abundance

May take root therein once again

 

All this and much more we may do

But to fuse the fractured

Fragments of a broken heart

Is beyond all our art

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yet we never give up trying, do we?

we write and write and write but the fracture does not heal....and we become detached.
When I first started writing, I was too attached emotionally to my writing and it was pretty bad stuff...I only improved when I was able to distance myself from myself and my words, enough to actually not become my art....or maybe it improved because I became what I write but distanced from the heart of me.
j.

[Laz K.]

You understand, j.
Thanks, as always.

[Helen]

This is a beautiful poem and I feel it deeply. I do disagree with the sentiments in the final verse (if I have understood it correctly - please forgive me if not) simply because I think my heart has been put back together through poetry / writing. Even other's writing can have a profound effect on my psyche and I think the fragments of my heart are nearly pieced back together!

All this and much more we may do
But to fuse the fractured
Fragments of a broken heart
Is beyond all our art

Thank you for this beautiful and profound poem and for making me think.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting. Maybe it's a matter of time - the healing of the heart, I mean. Life teaches hard lessons and gives us the option to learn as fast or as slowly as we want or are able. I'm a slow learner. :)
Thanks again!

[Helen]

I bet you are not as slow as you think! Thank you for your response - and yes, life's lessons are not always easy. I was 40 before I even understood I was being taught and 50 because I was able to look at life and understand the lessons and learn them more quickly. Like the magic you referred to elsewhere, the learning does have a life of its own and propels me along at times.

[barleygirl]

Your powerfully stated message suggests to me that there's a significant difference between living within our smoothly crafted words . . . and slogging thru real life. It's nice to be a poet so we can pretty up all the s**t called life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Arundass TP]

The last two lines makes the entire lines powerful.good work