Into the Mystic - Van Morrison

How Many Time Can We Say Goodbye - Dionne Warwick

Give Me The Reason - Luther Vandross

For The Love Of Money - The O'Jays

Another Man - Barbara Mason

Yep. You nailed this one Tommyboy101.

In my silent reading of this piece I hear/feel a clear transmission of the inspiration. Through the medium of words, you have penned a vehicle that enables our emotions to glide on the rhythm. Nothing surplus. Devoid of any trace of even a vapourous form excess that might secret itself into the readers attention, and so call for a re-reading in order to more finely tune in to the message. Fantastic! Congratulations.

regards

dreadaye

Walking In A Winter Wonderland - Dean Martin

And because I predict tomorrow will be the same, I post this as a kind of advance instalment.

Over 24 hours later, still no response.

Quiet Storm - Mobb Deep

Over - Drake

La Main Parisienne - Malcolm McLaren

Happy - Surface

Forever Mine - The O'Jays

I've never done this, chiefly because my take on creative expression categorically excludes any attempt to morph it into a sort of circus or vanity project (but this is just my taste) However, there is something about a bit of feedback that this piece received that I feel compelled to publicly acknowledge. The response seemed to ignite and circle me in a tighter band of creative fever.

So firstly, thank you all for sharing of your generous spirit, for though spirit cannot be physically seen it can be perceived. And perception is after all an almost mystical quality that goes hand in glove with being human. We are blessed beyond our wildest imaginations ... if only we believe. Namaste.

So I trust that all remains well with you . I've been thinking about your feedback which was based on the following segment:



About which you offered that it is



I didn't realise till this mooring that I've been brooding like a hen, upon an instinctive urge to respond to the spirit of your feedback. An urge to ride like a fearless warrior upon the unsaddled back of the creative urge itself and acknowledge that you sensed as I was guided to pen.

Yes,, "you see" because that little segment reflected and represented a sort of shift in gear in the piece. An upping of the tempo and a marshalling of whatever emotional forces the writer (and potential reader) experiences through the poem's own purpose for coming into being. And having lifted the tempo (ever so slightly) & marshalled whatever emotional stirrings were being experienced to then find that of it's own accord the poem's dna revels itself. And the union betwixt reader & word becomes as life-affirming as amniotic fluid surrounding a foetus.

Do you understand?

That connection you have made, without any coaching, without this longwinded confession, not only engenders a great deal of humility but also a sense of awe for Poem as art form. .

For it to be that at least one human being's consciousness has been transported .. . (found itself gliding) into the slipstream of the poem's mind & intent is for me magical. And for this to have been experienced on the back of a mere whim to pay homage to a smile. Damn! well you could strike me down with a feather!

In closing, It was Tommyboy101 who in reflecting upon a piece that he was instrument to pass on, gave us a view from what he accurately described as 'from the author's desk'. Personally, I found that to be not only a masterstroke but a selfless act that provided us a tiny glimpse into a process that sometimes feels as though one is being raised to the Heavens and made to watch upon the birth of stars. Thank you Tommy.

So, this is an offering seeped in the same spirit as our dear Tommyboy101: "Poet as Pioneer & Revolutionary" Moran. However, having said all of the above I can confidently say that there is most definitely more mystery afoot in the creative act than an ignoramus such as I could ever imagine and attempt to explore with these few words.

Thank you all.


Namaste & Jah Bless

California Dreamin' - The Mamas & the Papas

Am I too lazy to give reason to rhyme?
To render justly crafted alternate lines within good time?
To frame each expression as though
delib & consid eration flow
Ever so effortlessly & naturally in tow
Like twins, from the tip of my invisible nib
to the hub of whatever sounds glib
As my mind, full of flawed stanzas & verbose chatter
Dispenses reasons a-plenty to render it not so serious a matter.

Am I too lazy to give reason to rhyme?
Oh how I do wonder much less than I care to.