From where do the words of poetry come?
Where, in the bridal chamber of the brain,
Is poetic thought conceived?
Could it be that concept is impregnated
By a positive, receptive, attitude of a word,
Resulting in a creative impression then, a unit of meaning,
Becoming recognized in its emergent form?
We do not know.
Where, in the belly of the brain, is the dilatable
Expanse for thematic gestation?
What are the propelling elements that add
To the progressive embryonic change of conception,
From implantation through the rudimentary of imagery,
Unto the weeks or months of development?
That, perhaps, we do know.
Sentiment, truth, love, beauty, grace, power, tragedies,
All manifold struggles, aspirations, and passions of modern life
Become the thought-fetus, shaping a viable structure into a body
Of language, carried and born through the author's
Labor-pains of Creativity.
By: Lynn W. Petty
Lynn, are you a nueralpoesy scientist also! ? ? Sentiment, truth, love, beauty, grace, power, tragedies, All manifold struggles, aspirations, and passions of modern life don't forget HUMOR! ! HUMOUR for you 'others'. bri ;)
maybe the well to create words to be told to the whole world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A childbirth of profundity that leaves the reader with an enigma to ponder. An impressive write that resonates with the vibration of ingenuity. Thanks for sharing Lynn.