The New Economy of Poetry

 

There is much to gain

In replacing sensation with overtures

Of cleaning words put inside your mouth

 

It’s not fiction, it’s autobiography

It’s poetry standing on her head!

In easy paced syntax, I’ll retrieve

 

Lost spiritual heritage, ancient belonging

Buried in the amazing stretches

Of several levels at a time

 

The pure experiencing of loving life

There is much to gain

In slowing down and stopping seeking

 

The multiple forms of our emergent

Necessities of our inner life

It’s not science, it’s mystical process

 

A summary of all we have ever been

To quietly hum about the virtue of laziness

While others boast the merits of their successes

 

Success is redefined in plains of dream

So we utter the impossible, the last literature

Of our gentle voice of everyday life

 

There is much to gain in hoping for nothing

The surrealist jab of last surrender

It’s not introversion, it’s just sweet revelation

 

That requires a lot of time to digest

In slow long silence and paragraphs

That spill dryness and weights in verse

 

Uplifted with a heart-broken open

I live in the poetry of the abrupt Oneness

My handful of close-quartered sweetness

 

Speaking in the open of fleeting embraces

That weave momentary victory in secret rooms

Where the brightest of earth-stuff resides

 

A rhetoric of psychic velvet in catastrophe

The touch of mind-melds and might-it-all-end

Empathy, it’s not the span of madness

 

It’s the treatise of the soul’s promises

The unkempt language of our subjective hinges

A reworking of the text of our root creativity.

Reviews

[Prolific In Verse]

Thanks, I really tried for this one!

[kublakhan27]

This is an incredible piece...full of life and vitality and, well, poetry...a real thinker...well done :)