It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain
reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable.
~Arnold Bennett



Perhaps only the truest of poets can understand
Why beauty inevitably engenders pain
When the spectrum of one’s reality shifts
And one’s heart is full of what may not exist
(And yet, so undeniably, does).

Like a silent song that is somehow heard
Or the magnificent flight of a wingless bird
Through vulnerability, strength is unearthed
When from deep recess, a star is birthed
(‘Neath the glow of a distant moon).

As each night falls, before dawn breaks
Impassioned souls, stir in the wake
Of a myriad of moments that never came
Though precious memories of them remain
(For reality’s an indisputable lie).

And the truth is – never will it be the same
For poets that learn to embrace the pain
Their hearts so tragically and beautifully marred
Hung like a dream from that glorious star
(To dance indefinitely in the light).

A thousand words are then redefined
For Fate is trapped in the hands of Time
And “normal” will never be normal again
This, a gift, with unforeseeable end
(As ever brighter becomes the night).

Author's Note: I have, in truth, multiple poets to thank for the inspiration that brought this particular piece to the page. I will not name them here as it would feel odd to do so (and doing so would reveal that I do strange things like talk to dead people - lol!), but I do so hope that some might recognize themselves as being wonderfully influencial of late. So... to the one that has journeyed with me through the night and speaks a similar language, to the one that found something that wasn't even there and set me rambling, to the one that allowed me to comfortably reveal a painful old scar, to the one that left his extraordinary soul behind for me to find and, lastly but most definitely not least, to the (presumptous! *grins*) one that just (again) helped me (in their own magnificent and unique way) to open this door...........

thank you all.

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Of Poets & Pain Contributed by Silent-No-More on Saturday, 15th July 2006 @ 01:38:27 PM in AEST Topic: poets It is within the experience of everyone that when pleasure and pain reach a certain intensity they are indistinguishable. ~Arnold Bennett Perhaps only the truest of poets can understand Why beauty inevitably engenders pain When the spectrum of one’s reality shifts And one’s heart is full of what may not exist (And yet, so undeniably, does). Like a silent song that is somehow heard Or the magnificent flight of a wingless bird Through vulnerability, strength is unearthed When from deep recess, a star is birthed (‘Neath the glow of a distant moon). As each night falls, before dawn breaks Impassioned souls, stir in the wake Of a myriad of moments that never came Though precious memories of them remain (For reality’s an indisputable lie). And the truth is – never will it be the same For poets that learn to embrace the pain Their hearts so tragically and beautifully marred Hung like a dream from that glorious star (To dance indefinitely in the light). A thousand words are then redefined For Fate is trapped in the hands of Time And “normal” will never be normal again This, a gift, with unforeseeable end (As ever brighter becomes the night). Author's Note: I have, in truth, multiple poets to thank for the inspiration that brought this particular piece to the page. I will not name them here as it would feel odd to do so (and doing so would reveal that I do strange things like talk to dead people - lol!), but I do so hope that some might recognize themselves as being wonderfully influencial of late. So... to the one that has journeyed with me through the night and speaks a similar language, to the one that found something that wasn't even there and set me rambling, to the one that allowed me to comfortably reveal a painful old scar, to the one that left his extraordinary soul behind for me to find and, lastly but most definitely not least, to the (presumptous! *grins*) one that just (again) helped me (in their own magnificent and unique way) to open this door........... thank you all. ~Snem Copyright © Silent-No-More ... [ 2006-07-15 13:38:27] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem