Epiphany
Civilisation will collapse
without creativity
which is the torch that lights up
the mind in its poised trajectory
to realms untrodden and unknown
beyond the highest mountain and sea
joys and tears, and brokenness it highlights
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Leo's brush conveyed more light than verse
Beholding beauty's movement in the soul
Ahhh... but adding melody provides the turn
That living on the page a word can't know
Ephemeral, this flight of fancy, sure
Which airy essence flies past thought alone
That flight soars brighter than is ours to grasp
It shadows us in shades of reverie
These heights of sensuality can't last
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This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
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To write a poem
Is a task-
Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.
But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave
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There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
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Writer of the present era,
Conceived and raised in the illumination of the gods.
Literary path they showed me,
Never to be them but to seek what they sought.
Winter and summer, i lay my lines.
Explicit and abstract, still in my lines of ancestors.
Lines of creatity i wished, and end to it i prayed not.
Papyrus and cuneiform, all i grew with.
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Leo's brush conveyed more light than verse
Beholding beauty's movement in the soul
Ahhh... but adding melody provides the turn
That living on the page a word can't know
Ephemeral, this flight of fancy, sure
Which airy essence flies past thought alone
That flight soars brighter than is ours to grasp
It shadows us in shades of reverie
These heights of sensuality can't last
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The infinite possibilities
Driver of the world
crushed through school
Lacking in the modern world
The course we follow
Infinite as a child
Finite as an adult
Growing and shrinking
Never one to stay the same
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True life considers more than the vessel it resides in.
Sincere music’s insights are unlimited to the ears.
Authentic art faults never to its boundless perspectives.
Intuitive photography narrates beyond its frames.
Empathetic poetry humbles every language comprehensible.
True media is commissioned by the intangible.
Thursday 6 June 2024
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This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
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