I’ve finally gotten a structure figured out for this blog:
On Mondays, I’ll be posting something that I find inspiring, whether as a writer, an artist, or a Carpe Annumer. Yes, that is a thing now. I just made it a thing.
On Wednesdays, I will post something pertaining to my learning curve as a writer.
On Fridays, as I mentioned in the last post, I will post an excerpt from my writing output of the week.
So, without further ado, I present to you this weeks inspiration!
The Truly Great
I think continually of those who were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history
Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns,
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious, is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fêted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
And if that isn’t inspiring, I don’t know what is.
Any thoughts? I’d love to hear them!
Update: Wow. There are supposed to be stanza breaks, but they don’t show. Apologies. The breaks should come after “The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms” and “With noise and fog, the flowering of the spirit.”
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