Poetry (my elusive muse)

Despite the difficulty she gives me I still adore her. Even though Story her sister captures most of my attention.

Poetry 

(My elusive Muse)

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

What is poetry

but a dance within language 

An art to challenge the mind

Open vistas of fantasy, history, empathy, mystery 

A rythmic flow into the stream of consciousness.

Mindful and meandering  

Defining repetitions of

Eloquent enigmatic thought.

In a dirge of sustained proliferation 

In a universe of spatial awareness 

Conceptual fragmentation 

Elucidated illiteration is our remediation.

It is where we find the sublime 

The imperfect perfect.

A multitude of limitations 

Aspirations and dedications.

Ask questions of our humanity 

Define our better qualities 

Reveal vices, virtues 

Amalgamation in surreptitious profundity.

Reveal abstraction in mystery 

Divinity in history.

Find relevance in insanity

Harsh statements in profanity.

Dance between the colors of painted verse

Let stanza be palette, canvas be rhyme

Your mind the brush; your heart the crime.

Give life to words for if they are unspoken 

Then they truly no longer exist.

And in a void of unsaid thought 

Lies our nihilistic demise and the ending of art.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read these words. My poetry muse was a bit angry I wasn't listening to her rants on this subject. She was somewhat persuasive in her rage that I managed to take notes on some of the things she said. I believe women are correct in that we ignore them when we actually should be listening. She is much wiser then I.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Amalgamation in surreptitious profundity. ' - such grandeur and prowess wrapped in the gentle yet rhythmic slip into, ' Dance between the colors of painted verse - Let stanza be palette, canvas be rhyme - Your mind the brush; your heart the crime. '

There are moods in this post - each fighting for foreground.. but, always, an echo of read, think, listen and.. re-read. The muse lives on!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you, Emmajoy, for reading and commenting on this poem. Each stanza alluding to the many ideologies of poetry from intellectual to ethereal nature I was hoping to convey how we aspire to capture them. In the imperfect perfect we are never satisfied as creators with our art despite its sublime beauty in the eyes of others. But the 7th stanza remains my favorite because of the visualization of how I see our art, we are painters of words. Without our color the art ceases to exist. And yes as you say so eloquently the muse truly lives on. Thank you again.

[Davidgeo]

This is the work of high intelligence. I'd tell you why but you already know.

Well done. Very, very well done.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

thank you so much for taking the time to read this poem and to share your thoughts. I love words, and I love the art that is produced here in this community of writers. From new to old members they speak with a spirit and truthfulness that leaves me in amazement on a daily basis. If I were a teacher of literature the first thing I would do at the start of each class is read from this community a work of submitted art. So that the young impressionable minds could have the gift of poetry and story given to them freely. I believe it would inspire them to try harder and be better. Thank you again for your kind words

[Davidgeo]

Kind is not my forte.

[mattavelli]

Hello, Carlos! :)
This looks like it was a fun write. It was a fun read. You packed a lot into it. thanks for sharing.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I wish I could say it was given life after a trip with magic mushrooms or a bottle of tequila washed down with a 12 pack of budweiser but I would be lying hahaha. It was the absolute ramblings of a mad man trying to decipher an argument between two muses. One who wanted me to write a story and her sister that wanted a poem instead. And like any other man I tried to make both happy despite the insanity of it all. If anyone can figure it out they are a lot smarter than I. Thank you for the kind review, it was a labor of two loves, literally hahaha.

[mattavelli]

You should write senryu.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Senryu looks intimidating, Matt. Especially for a guy like me that can't shut up or not be overly expressive hahaha. But I definitely will give it a try. What is living if you can't challenge yourself to try something out of your comfort zone. Only in our failures do we learn to be better, in all aspects of life.

[mattavelli]

I think you'll enjoy it. Many writers like to write them in a 5/7/5 syllable format, sort a community standard that makes them little puzzles to write. Ive spent the past month figuring out how to solve the Rubik's Cube. That was a lot of failure. Haha