Listening From Within
I am so happy that and when you read my verse.
I have no game in mind,
No need for fame or aim at money.
I seem to need to rhyme ideas,
Connect by pulsed analysis and scrutiny,
Digging deep into the word,
Building, adding to what’s heard:
Phenomenon a strange propensity,
Leading of itself to artistry,
Increased ability, sharpened brain:
Quelle mystery!
Forms contort audaciously;
Play and pluck, spunk and guts;
Fears from sundry sources lessen,
Fade away, cease, soon forgotten.
Processes of growth have oaths their own.
The search for beauty and for truth
What lies beneath each metric stone.
Listening from within
Means learning from without,
Doubts shouting, shooting out,
Correction and dissection ever present.
Mind and hand each instrument…
So, If I may;
That is why
I am so happy
That and when my poetry
Is, speaking simply,
Read.
Listening From Within 10.3.2021 The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin
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