The Noble Prize
Somewhere exists a noble prize,
An all-eternal prize
A special type without the hype,
Tripped from mind to fingertip,
From pencil scratch and paperclip,
To bind an un-read whole.
A prize
For those
Who never published.
Open-piped, sagacious fools
Who, tools, keep at one thing
By rolling out the scroll to lengths
Lifelong,
Withdrawing ego-hand control,
Finding substance in a song
That never reaches critic’s blows,
But senses something there that knows
Eternity.
©The Noble Prize 01.12 10 rev’08
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Our Times, Our Culture;
Arlene Corwin
Oct 14, 2008 @ 17:54:21
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Oct 31, 2008 @ 17:19:20
I would like to read more. What I have read I like.
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