Three wee hours till dawn! I am but restless in my jester ways and mental state! Such a broken spirit of love I bring nothing but Grief and cycle to my Grief! Words to song and verse, I fail! What is the point? The context is opaque! Creation of art and form of life's breath, becomes null as it circles my mind! The pain and ceaseless remembrance of my own grief!
I whine with out fail, and I capture my pitiful self upon this heated summer's uncertain and protean glare! Like dawn's twilight I both admit and deny myself in my works and verse ever to struggle against a slope of pain and memory!
Oh, yes! I know how the pleasant mixes with the terrible, but how it commiserates itself! The good is like the dawn, brief and bright, but fading to the inevitable burn of noon!
For this I am not only foolish for the sake of love, but for the reason of expressing such mediocre outpourings in aching and mewling lines!
The bitterness I now feel stems from my own awareness that man has no regress but to place such feelings in poetry, for with no such restraint the feelings surpass him.
As this thought occurs to me I sense the brow-clawing clarity come upon me. I have passed a great sigh into words, and with such the purpose of those words is to be published by my soul. And so I remain, yet another kind of fool who hopes to convey and pass my grief and love to those who enjoy my verse! Again the fool am I hope succeed, but perceive only failure, as my poetry is not only what it's future readers make it, but what I the Lord and creator and facilitator make of my own love or grief and verse!
About Me
- John Donne
- I must tease out these inspirations of mine in this extended diary. What drives me. With this blog I hope to develop a better understanding of the driving force within myself.
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