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Before The Flood
by Chris Sorrenti
like a fish out of water...
feel the tremors of reluctance
repulse and violate
penetrate your epidermal
cerebral layers
passion mischanneled
into inappropriate directions
as day upon day
brings nothing
not a word to go in place
nor hint of rhyme
for how can you give back something
not yet received?
patience the catalyst
holding position
for in the humidity of increativity
lie the future children
sparkles in the eye
of that temptress, Inspiration
batten down the empty pages
while you still can...
© 1982
Revised © 2014, 2018
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04/19/2014 Author's Note: The third opening piece in Enter Every System, preceded by Whirlwind, then Awakening.
Posted on 04/19/2014
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/19/14 at 12:57 PM Chris, I love the mood and rhythm and the implication in this ode, and by all means yes, batten down the empty pages while we can or face the consequence of having to fill in the blanks which is like giving Caesarean and painful birth, as poets are forever caught up in the storm of their own creative urges, storms for which there is no eye in which to respite, only struggle, struggle always to fill in the blanks with something reminiscent of substance. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/19/14 at 01:18 PM *stellar* :) |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/19/14 at 10:10 PM Oh yes, before they are done forever and too wet to be written upon. Nice write Chris. |
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