A Poem

I wrote this poem recently after reading some Walt Whitman (he is the poet that Nicholas Sparks' character Noah Calhoun reads from in Sparks' book The Notebook). Whitman is a man's poet, his writing is great and proves that poetry is not created and enjoyed only by those with two X chromosomes.  

                                                            Blue Song

 

My song is slow and peaceful, blue like the whisperings of the night sea.

My song is comfortable and unconcerned, it does not play as often as I’d like

It floats on a breeze and is often unaccompanied but relishes instrumental help

It is old and has been played many times before, but it is also unique

It knows who it is and thinks not of comparisons, it simply is.

It is full of emotion and sometimes indecipherable, but there is understanding for those   

          who will listen

There is learning in its simplicity and wisdom in its lack of knowledge.

It is two friends on fire sharing a warm blanket underneath a starry sky

It is two lovers sharing their day atop a world of wonder, senselessness, and pain

It is a man searching up and down for meaning and yearning for the pure love of God,

            All the while walking forward through wolves and waterfalls.

It is a sunset bleeding crimson and peeling orange over a city that is busy watching

television on plush couches.

It is a woman who knows she is not society’s doll

It is rivers running free and fast, never looking back, spilling over into torrid terrain,

Splashing equanimity like droplets of justice.

Stirring something deep within that you are not even conscious of,

Speaking to your soul like the best friend you will ever know. 

It is not formatted or structured, there is no planning, it is spontaneous and fluid, it is a

deep, dark, river of connectivity that glows brightly inside of you.

It is the vitreous veins of our sensitive condition.

It is the silver glass through which is reflected universally the caustic longing, the great

rejoicing, the hysterical laughter, the uninhibited weeping, the epic and rollicking

story of  failure, triumph, mystery, searching, finding, running, and resting.