Have you experienced poetic Jouissance?

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(A lone voice whispers)

Have you emptied your soul late at night

All alone

Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone

If you have

You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners

For in that hour of self awareness 

You embrace something so magical 

 While in that quiet solitude

Alone in that room

Solitude 

Not to be confused with loneliness

For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters 

Who waits for the call to start swirling 

Seeking rebirth on paper

Or other forms of scrying mirrors

A new life for eager eyes to see

To maybe treasure

From land or sea

Wherever they be

And to you 

Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells 

Into eternity 

In the Vast Halls of Apollo 

For in time 

All poetry is constant and collected

In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records 

The Past 

Future and the Now

Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow

For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure

To find just something they need in whatever they read

So fear not

Rejection or criticism 

Fear not

Judgement or lament

For the gift you share

Is heaven sent

Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters 

From the gilded Halls of Apollo 

In a gentle breeze 

For they can feel your intense need

Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills

Like the last charge of Genghis Khan

For them to answer

With hidden scrolls

Filled with clues to write poetry

To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls

Seeking

Jouissance

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Copyright John Duffy 

Noun: 

Jouissance

Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.

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