How we never relent believing
even in the clutches of doubt!
How we withold living
-without the hues of dreaming
-and the nurturing arms of loving,
both nursing suffering into healing!
How we move the quill to see more,
and more to love what is essential in things,
-even the things that fall and crumble
amidst the ravenous roar and the rampant rumble!
How we defy the Frantic Fret of a hollering sky
with a hued cry hovering over this raucous choir!
19/04/2025
Hirondelle
A dutiful reaction to Patty m on her 'Frantic', whose vibrant voice has ever been well carried above all tumult and thunder cajoling many fellow poets.
Inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche's Amor Fati: "I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who makes things beautiful. Amor Fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly.”
The more we write, the more we learn about the hodgepodge ensemble and discover a voice within; then, the less we start despairing and the more we begin to love. Thus, we raise our voices above the cacophony.
How our ink strikes to and fro;
Above dark skies wielding light,
no one is alone!