What is Poem’s purpose? And on this Earth is…
It to show that “wonderful things” can induce favorable emotions?
Emotions into a world that is… neutral?
How do I communicate this? Show what is fruitful?
These shadows of Mary I lead as my focus:
I start with the imagery somewhat ambiguous
Then to journey from fog into things that are clear to us
So I can finally share and describe for you this thing called the “Isness”.
Isness—existence without appreciation.
Then to interject this fine woman from whom blooms adoration
And begin my long tale, a search to find explanation
So I can express myself simply again.
Again! Again without End!
Where did I go wrong?
This sounds like some story I’ve read from before!
Some song that I sang long ago!
Some headache that pounds with monotonous sounds…
Or a question I asked of the Poem.
Oh? The poem. I should go on-
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On the Salisbury Plain,
A dim bright field,
Mud damp from the rain
Flowed the image, a jacket,
Of leather, brown stained.
And my poem still sounds too refrained…
But I was charmed by that girl for the first time that day.
I saw meaning in the Isness, color in the grey!
I saw vast possibility without tired eyes!
I knew endless romance! without knowing why.
But on London streets
Things just are.
Generations walk beat
Joyful words obsolete
And we don’t see the light at our feet.
“A lovely quagmire,”
She said, and her magic, her show, I also do know:
Define and Inspire
This world of the blackness…
Until my desire falls and I slip to the void, so tragic, like so many times before-
Why let it?
Why let it? Why not imagine large towers, not caverns,
And let fairy tales play from here to the Heavens
And let all of life run as smooth as the occasion
When I was charmed by that girl over tea and billiard green
At the place where philosophies twined deep in between
Meeting in light levity,
To where our last kiss, an Underground scene,
Would be set up, became destined to be,
And I knew for the first time that someday I’d see:
A day not yet had from times still fully not known,
An instance where no one will feel all alone,
A second where the past and future will meet,
A point where the meaning will clearly be seen,
A place I’ll be expressed and experienced by…
Me.