Poets are crazy!
They attempt to reach past the thin veil of reality
and touch with their pencils that core of beauty
that is the essence of everything;
they always fail
yet they try again and again,
like a moth in its efforts to reach the flame.
Upon an ocean of facts,
amid waves of impossibilities, they float
imprisoned inside transparent bubbles of dreams.
And it’s so hard for poets to make it among sane people,
’cause they’re always wondering
while everyone else is satisfied;
always frightened while others feel secure.
And the only scars they have to show for the wounds
that cause them so much pain
are their poems.
Poets are always laughing while others cry,
and crying as others laugh,
and each poem that causes them to die is a breath of life;
each breath of life kills them.
Poets know no language they can call upon
to make what they feel understood,
yet people call them great and immortalize them
for their inability to communicate.
All poets are crazy,
’cause they know that if they achieve any success in this world,
they fail to accomplish anything.
And every time someone says to them,
“I understood that poem,” they think to themselves,
“How could you have understood that poem?
It wasn’t written for you to understand IT,
Then you would know how much I love you,
though we’ve never met before this.
And that would make you cry for me as I bleed for you.
For only in a mixture of my blood and your tears
can there ever be found understanding.”
So that makes poets crazy people,
who step on broken glass to keep from walking on the flowers,
in their efforts to find something that will fill them
as it empties them.
4 thoughts on “Poets are crazy”
You’re gonna talk about me after I heiped you? 😁
Nice piece, James
Thanks Michael. I was thinking about how you and I met and the inspirational conversations we’ve had, and the haiku, Synchronicity popped out just now.
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I saw that! Veery cool. Glad the creative juices are flowing.
I once knew James C. Floyd when I lived in Nashville for a brief time. He was a light in the midst of a very dark time for me and I’ll never forget him. Is there any way I could get in touch with him?