. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Saturday thoughts

Saturday, March 5, 2022

Saturday thoughts


Are we, poets


Writers

Singers and risk takers too charismatic


Ridiculously engaging or just totally enigmatic




Slightly strange to the straight card players and those obsessively




Who watch and read between all written lines

Driven by new compulsive urges




Of twenty-first century voyeurism




Or are we just old travellers from beyond the Great Green Hills of Avalon




Into this new age reborn 



To have some more fun 




Did our Guardian Angels




Collectively weep with profound joy 



When we all found our old calling




Do they still quietly hold our soft hands to comfort us




Whenever we seem to be depressed or in pain




Happy or just falling




We'll never know all those answers 



For they will only be revealed




When our time comes and we are suddenly recalled




We are not made of flesh  


You know




But simply old souls  

Eternally




Slipping and sliding  

Slowly discovering new kin




Scattered throughout  

Old Mother Gaia's mesh




Are you just like me




Another tiny beacon of divine light trying to hold back the infinite legions and hordes




Who endlessly weave  


Whilst trying to seduce and deceive




Reading from their current forms of modern leather-bound grimoires




Filled with black spells

   

They mutter and yell in the midnight darkness




Can you feel that subtle electricity crackling all around you


It's just the universe celebrating all you do




For it doesn't matter about your gender


Creed 

Colour or ethnicity




Just keep visiting that immense emotional well




The one you use as your Muse




Called your Emotional Reservoir




As you peel back the many layers



And just try to be the true you




Wherever you are




Just write poetry or something magical



Like you were playing a song on one of Princes



Many legendary Purple Rain guitars




And paint a hit record




With visually inspired

Compelling unforgettable words



To thank the Lord



That you have been blessed with gifts 



To delve into emotional energies 



Many avoid and leave unexplored 



Keep writing 



It may help someone lonely in a battle no one knows about



To give them the courage to love their life 



And ignite their seemingly neverending darkness



By doing something so soul-fulfilling and exciting



It propels them to new heights and helps to extinguishes 


Bouts of deep depression



Which constantly whisper 


Stop Fighting 





Copyright John Duffy

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