Hey brothers and sisters
When all the prevailing shadows of past and present traumatic experiences
Swirling like a ravenous pack of snarling grey wolves
Appear whining howling and banging against temporary hastily built gates
Erected within all modern minds
Including yours
To hold in powerful soul-draining emotional pain
Historical generational drama or intense unwanted physical trauma
Poetry must be implored to take a much-needed seat to be duly exploited
Explicitly as an insidious conduit
A sacred form of holy communion
To usher in a new age
An expansion into unknown realms of such audacious visceral expressions
To be seen and felt as far away as a country mile if required
So many or just the writer can see and scour its mesmerising definitive themes
Composed from the dark hidden invisible edges of civilization
By breaching those old or young heavy wooden doors
To confront what lies beyond
In the darker provinces of the writer's dreams
As all the many desperate ultimatums
Emanating from the physical and spiritual kingdoms
Beyond all their duplicitous demands
For pure narcissistic attention
Previous oaths of fidelity or inopportune slavery
Which once held them in stagnating subjugation
They must all be controlled to get them in line and wait patiently as the now anointed poet smiles
To embrace a once untasted awareness of personal freedom
And like a rare bird who has now found its wings
They can fly high as they slowly realise
Their heartfelt words can bring a higher degree of inner salvation
For their freedom to do so
Can no longer be treated as absurd
By anyone
Copyright John Duffy
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