William Blake’s “The Tyger,” published in his Songs of Innocence and of Experience is a work of Romanticism (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“Just because you haven’t seen something—doesn’t mean it’s not there.” ~ Narrator from movie “Epic”
One would think I would not go near the genre of poetry after last month’s demand of one a day, but this “poem” is one I wrote a few years ago and it reflects the fact that I want to live a more fanciful and magical life.
I am a believer, I have faith, and I have hope, but none of these things come easily—hence the poem. I think by now you recognize me as a prose poet rather than one who follows rules, or writes pretty verse (though I would like to make that rise).
Here is the preamble I wrote to the poem “Too Normal”. Note to readers: you will not recognize this type of poetry. It is from the school of fractured thoughts, lack of discipline, metreless cadence, and incandescent whimsy:
are planted solidly on the ground
mired in the mud of
my own disbelief
will not accept
what it cannot explain ~
and it cannot explain a lot
I say I am open to the
spirits, the muses
and the hobgoblins
But I am only of this physical world
Aware of what I can see,
feel, smell, hear
Blind to anything I cannot see
Oblivious to everything but the obvious
I still have hope
that something will sway me
Make me believe
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I want to believe
there is something
Bliss is being sure of what you believe—I have not achieved this totally yet—have you?