THE LONE POET

There in stunted silence, the rube sits.
This solitary soul searching
the sites around him for a glimpse,
a fragmented fractal, upon which to
pose his imperfect pondering.
On the surface, a catatonic
cad, aloof and disinterested,
unaffected by life’s happenstance.
But below the layers of sinew
and fiber, there is a spark.
A speck of a spark in which
all the answers of life dwell.
It flits and dances in his soul,
it infects his longing heart,
it leaps boundlessly to his vacuous
cranium, this arena of thought,
where it has room to roam.
Bouncing from synapse to
neuron and back,
expanding disproportionately
to the importance it assumes
but oh, the wonder it beholds.
Inside this infantile ember
there exists an avalanche
of ideas that simmer for the moment,
and have smoldered for all
of his lifetime.
Romantic ruminations of a
love lost or a soul mate found,
ridiculous rhymes of a playful tone,
tactile meandering of a verbal nature,
all abiding in his treasure chest of intellect.
He shifts in his seat, our
spellbound simpleton, this
multi-syllabic snake charmer,
as a tendril of thought comes
a bit too close to that glowing
epicenter of expression. They merge,
taking on a life all its own
to flail unencumbered, this
cerebral conflagration
burning brightly.
Extracting a pen, he jots three words
on the back of his left hand,
an apparent reminder of whatever
bit of brilliance just entered his mind.
Gathering together his scraps of paper,
and his pieces of the puzzle he is crafting,
this omni-present observer strolls
three benches down to take a
new vantage point to view this vignette
called life. And glancing at his
left-handed, self-made tattoo
he reads the words he had written.
It states quite simply,
“I am poet”.
Rather satisfied with his station
in this complex world, he writes
with a singular hope to touch
yet another soul.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

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The original poem:

THE POET

He sits in silence,
alone, a soul searching
for a glimpse, just
a piece, upon which to
propose his pondering.
Cool on the surface,
a cad, aloof,
not interested,
not affected by life.
Beneath layers of sinew
and fiber, there is a spark
in which lies all the answers to life.
It dances in his soul,
it infects his longing heart,
it leaps to mind –
this arena of thought,
where it has room to run.
Connecting the dots,
expanding unevenly
in the wonder it holds.
In each dying ember
there lives an idea that simmers,
for the moment smoldering
and burning all his lifetime.
Thoughts of love
or a love lost,
a soul mate found,
playful rhymes touching every word,
all residing in his mind.
He is restless, this
simpleton snake charmer,
as thoughts like tinder comes
a bit too close to that glow.
They take on a life all its own
to dance freely, enflamed
and burning brightly.
Taking his pen, he scribbles
on the back of his left hand,
to remind him of inspirations
as they enter his mind.
Gathering together his pages,
these pieces of the puzzle he is crafting,
this ever-present observer moves
three benches down, taking a
new point of view of this scene
called life. And glancing at his
left-handed, self-made tattoo
he reads the words he had written.
It says simply, “I am poet”.
Satisfied with his station
in this complex world, he writes
with the sole purpose of touching
yet another soul.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – May 2010

https://aleerily.wordpress.com/2010/05/17/the-poet/

 

 

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25 thoughts on “THE LONE POET

      1. Great! I’ll zip right over and read. My question to Victoria was…do we HAVE to include the original? I remember when we did a similar thing a couple of years ago. Glenn called me on it…smiles

  1. I really love both poems. The difference between 2D and a 3D experience. I love the added sensory lines to the revised poem. I really like how you show that a poet while on the surface might seem simple,has a rich inner life that is virtually unknown by most. The poet is usually not a show-off. In fact, likes to keep to himself and feels he has nothing to prove. Love the simpleton snake charmer line. And in this piece, there is an acceptance of oneself as a poet and a desire to reach others (which is the function of the poet). It’s really great!

    1. Thanks for all that, Victoria. We are the observers of life, the scribes of existence! Looking in seven directions at once seeming frantically disinterested. I’ve said about my poems, I like to touch my pain and tell others how it feels! I appreciate your comments so much!

  2. This is so very good! The second is a joy to read. The first is good but the second is superb. “I am Poet”. That is wonderful. We sometimes need to remind ourselves and of our duties as such. writes with the sole purpose of touching yet another soul…Yes. This is it exactly.

    1. Thanks Toni. We have that responsibility whether we touch one heart or as many glad souls as we can. And we remind ourselves with each poem we ponder and present. Poets we are, and poets we will remain!

  3. I really like the revised verison Walter as you gave more details about his character, like being aloof and disinterested, then finding the spark that infects his longing heart. Well done!!

  4. Glenn Buttkus

    Somehow, despite our individual exteriors, we have something in common, the poetic soul, the need & the ability to render down something we feel about something we see or experience– to give breath, depth, color to our word bank, to create a poetic moment or two. Oddly, Walt, I like both poems, but find point of resonance in both; damn, maybe there’s a third poem still between them.

  5. I enjoyed reading the revised version and the names you gave that poor poet: rube, catatonic cad and spellbound simpleton! But I also liked the simplicity of the original. I wanted to give that poet a big hug!

  6. “the simpleton snake charmer” and “this multi-syllabic snake charmer,” my favorite lines in both the poems…the second one is layered and the original has a beautiful freshness in it…

  7. “I am a poet”~ wow, this should be like our creed. Both pieces are beautiful and you’ve done really well adding vivacity in the second one. 😁

  8. the evolution from first to second is magnificent, Walter. Both are great, but the details, the lovely ones, you included in your revisited version makes it more real, more tangible. 🙂 ❤

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