. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Monologue of Mr Catharsis

Saturday, April 24, 2021

The Monologue of Mr Catharsis


 









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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