What is it for?


I few of us are fattened
by the experience of reading
the words of other poets,
many of whom are surely passed
to where swords are laid to rest
their mightier strength spread
as the petals of their immortality.
Yet their words from yesterday
remain to feed my sensibilities
and bend my imagination
as if nothing had changed
as if I had not been molded,
heated, shaped and bent
by the passage of my time,
and now by the feels they left behind.
It makes me wonder if indeed
my own words will be attenuated
and dispersed, only to become
the flotsum that bobs along
as the scum on a stagnant stream.
What is it that takes me to assume
there is any permanence or purpose
in my continued scribbling
when thier's is only understood
by those who stop and take the time
to sift through the musty pages,
to blow away the mouldy dust
that lies filtering away the brightness

of what they left for us to read:
The few from oh so many.


© griffonner 2022

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Written on 2022-05-06 at 10:45

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
All poets ask that question of their work. I think Lawrence Beck said it best in his comment "All you can do is write to please yourself." But your eloquence surely puts you in contention.

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I borrowed part of your title,
As I go through poems I like what I read.
Ok occasionally I borrow a line,
I always ask first but not at this time.
Your immortalized in poetry,
But not for the first time.
Regards Alan

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
All you can do is write to please yourself. If others also are pleased, that's nice. Immortality isn't worth fretting about. After you've died, you won't care whether anybody is reading your work.

ha ha truly
so many!!!!
some experience it was to match the pace of these words!

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I wonder about this, too. All but "the few" fall into obscurity, the few become iconic. Is that right? Is that the way it should be, or merely the way it is?

What is it for?

Thoughtful, thought-inducing poem.