Ode To An Affecting Writer From A Foolish Visionary

Excerpt #2 - a poem written by Imelda for Brucha's birthday.

Ode To An Affecting Writer From A Foolish Visionary

I imagine you when you write

with your meticulously tended gardens

old-fashioned virtues and simple metaphors.

I imagine you taking a break for steeped tea

Puttering around in your country kitchen

sipping, thinking, annotating:  creative criterion.

I imagine you when you are set alight

deftly  aware of sunlight’s directional pull

stringing words tightly enough to change a life.

I imagine you completing a plain-song treatise

sublimely fortunate that words did not fail you

reviewing the notion of the beginning, the middle, the end.

It is because you believe words have weight

it is because you inspire the fire of artistic necessity

that I challenge every muscle to achieve solitude and fortification.

Because you write we read.

Because you create we revel.

I imagine you when you write

oblivious to the lucrative wisdom you dispense

into our entrenched sadness and our restlessness.

I imagine you are unaware of your authority, your beauty.

I imagine you imagine yourself so much smaller than you really are.

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It's coming along, still at a crawl but it's still coming.  I think I may know an ending but I'm still not 100% sure.  This poem was fun to write.

In propinquity,

Nic