Marshmallow Moments Materialise - Poem by Andy Brookes
The subject is subjective
chicken and egg.
subjected and examined
taking the writers slant.
which maybe biased and self absorbed.
Our words are made of glitter and artifice;
a facade once removed.
built of layers of pain or joy.
careful words in sequenced order.
tight or loose textual matter.
Yet still artificial,
elevating the mundane.
yet the ordinary can become extraordinary.
but we vain scribblers
we need, no crave, adulation.
live for the admiration of well turned phrase
verb, adverb, alteration.
pensively prideful poets all.
a poem is, or is it, the juries still out,
a vehicle to say what
is too stingily painful, joyful, angry
which we cannot verbalise.
so the poet needs the poem.
does the poem need the poet
that's self evident you may say.
yet how many poems can we remember
but not the poet
so for all our peacock feathers
our self indulgence
it is the poem that remains
long after we are dust
our try for immortality
in the end, if we're lucky,
its the poem that remains.
In the end we're just a conduit for the muse.
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