Poetry, a solitary pleasure of the broken mind
wandering along passages of madness
oh how one wonders
why these madness of passages
exist
when there is nothing within but
a broken mind of insatiable solitude
…how?
Like the Guinness
with its dark depth beneath the froth
poetry settles with a satisfying
darkness of light
upon tongued insanity
of taste
of pleasure
of a wanton desire
…to be written
Oh how one wanders…
Is there a reality in verse
or vice in verse
is it addictive
suppressive
nostalgic
magic or monstrous
Poetry, a solitary pleasure
beckoning shadows of ethereal
corporeal
psyche
born of a desire
to be
a shared madness
of white noise
solitude is poetry for the soul
where demons roam free
and angels smile at their own destructive power
for do not the angels weep
when they see their poetry born
within the hearts of mankind
and so they destroy our minds
with solitude
and with a pleasure in the belief that we are writing them
when in reality
poetry is a visceral vice
hidden within the souls of demons
disguised as angels
disguised as madness
…only then can a real poem be written
by a parchmentised imagination that is
kissed
by an angels gift of ennui
and so we write to relieve ourselves
of this piss that is poetry
this solitude pleasure
to relieve our broken minds
of angels tears…
of angels tears…
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Oh how the demons laugh…
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Written for dVerse’s OpenLinkNight
Phew! ha…now i get it…smiles..enjoyed the Guinness comparison..ha
I enjoyed the Guinness
see you had me a guiness….smiles..mmm…and that opening line is killer man….it is def a bit of madness with which we write….
Gotta love the Guinness
and thank you, Brian.
Really liked this, Martin – from the madness to the angel tears – K
Thank you, Kathleen.
Wow! some very original imagry here. Poetry to me is an itch that constantly needs scratching..I like much the stanza that begins “is there a reality in verse..or vice in verse..” that particularly resonates.! Great write!
Thanks Jacquie
Like your similes. Fresh an Guinness from the tap. Always useful to define your art in an Ars Poetica poem – gives you definition, style, understanding of your mission as poet and writer. Original.
Thanks Gay. I don’t think I have a mission in poetry, I just write stuff and I have no idea what an Ars Poetica poem is, so I shall have to google that
Yes! You have (to use a cliche) put your finger on it! Scary, isn’t it? Writing poetry, but any creative writing, does quite often feel like a … well … if not vice … then guilty – as well as solitary – pleasure. And so ‘the demons laugh’.
By the way, I am going to try to get to your posts on a daily basis … so I am not always playing catch up.
Thanks, Diane. But the way my head is at the moment there won’t be many poems to catch up with