This week’s poem is inspired by an incredible speech given by author Elizabeth Gilbert at the world renowned TED conference in 2009. Her speech is on the origin, impact and care of genius. Hours after watching this speech, the poem below took shape. Enjoy.
Creative Force
I’ve never left you
Desired no other residence
I’m alive and well
Ivy-nooked in the folds of your mind
Swollen bellied hunger
For a chance to chase
Each photon of thought passing through
The dark recesses of your untapped skull
I watch involuntary belittlement
Riddling holes in your ego
As if you’ve ever failed
As if you’ve ever sincerely tried
I hear hollow pangs of stress tormenting
The organs below me
Contaminants devoured by a mouth
More eager to chew than speak
I know you stopped believing
I just never thought you’d stop dreaming
But I’m still here
I still believe
With or without you
Because we’ve all been there
Governed the deconstruction of our worldviews
Bared the crushing weight of emptiness
Festered in the stale loneliness of space and silence and time
You are full-bloom amid a vast landscape
Of godless orphans and beleaguered intellects
And just like every one of them
I am with you
The small dynamo of creation
Echoing through infinity
Which has always inspired
Your laughter and your rage
Orchestrating symphonies of you
For a world with frigid ears
You are to be all that can be conceived
And I will see you to the creation.
Creative Force
This week’s poem is inspired by an incredible speech given by author Elizabeth Gilbert at the world renowned TED conference in 2009. Her speech is on the origin, impact and care of genius. Hours after watching this speech, the poem below took shape. Enjoy.
Creative Force
I’ve never left you
Desired no other residence
I’m alive and well
Ivy-nooked in the folds of your mind
Swollen bellied hunger
For a chance to chase
Each photon of thought passing through
The dark recesses of your untapped skull
I watch involuntary belittlement
Riddling holes in your ego
As if you’ve ever failed
As if you’ve ever sincerely tried
I hear hollow pangs of stress tormenting
The organs below me
Contaminants devoured by a mouth
More eager to chew than speak
I know you stopped believing
I just never thought you’d stop dreaming
But I’m still here
I still believe
With or without you
Because we’ve all been there
Governed the deconstruction of our worldviews
Bared the crushing weight of emptiness
Festered in the stale loneliness of space and silence and time
You are full-bloom amid a vast landscape
Of godless orphans and beleaguered intellects
And just like every one of them
I am with you
The small dynamo of creation
Echoing through infinity
Which has always inspired
Your laughter and your rage
Orchestrating symphonies of you
For a world with frigid ears
You are to be all that can be conceived
And I will see you to the creation.