This poem is not here yet.
There is a first draft in my big blue book.
It will arrive.
It is about evolution
and
about the craziness of the men who believed they could fly
or that time travel is possible
or who believe that vibrations in the air can create a meaning for life
and why and how music communicates where words can not
and about those who catalyse groups of other with the passion of their beliefs
or how this universe has evolved from the Big Bang into us, into creatures that can think about the existence of itself
and about how innovative thinkers are mocked, or vilified
or (often worse) ignored
or patted on the head and told
"there, there, we all feel like that sometimes"
or
"you will grow out of it"
and about "Health and Safety" being the most destructive mantra in these times
It is not yet in the poem , but maybe it will be about how human love, and human friendship(are they different?) can spark innovation but also cause blindness
and how love is madness
and how madness is a vital tool in the process of evolution.
And about a particular person who is fervent in her passionate beliefs....and is already achieving wonders, and who has a number of people like me...who believe in her....but also hold our breaths when she steps on to the tightrope 1000 feet up (metaphorically)
but do not wish her to be more temperate
and could never warn her
but by our belief hope to help her keep airborne.
Naomi...this is longer than the poem!!!
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Wow adrian, this is a lofty aspiration, this could just erupt into an epic poem. You have a huge canvas laid out for yourself. I am holding my breath, and crossing my fingers. Although luck or temprance will not be needed. As I have faith in you. If you need anything, just ask.
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It's not even there yet...but I actually practically cried reading that.
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Johnny (aka x26ss) writes this is an aspiration now.He is right.
The above post has given fuel for a whole poem sequence (like my other 10, 11, 12 poem sequences) so don't hold your breath or expect a poem to appear for weeks!
Naomi, you know as well as I that Zanny , Alice, I and others are standing at vertices of a polygon willing you on...sometimes with held breath.
The tentative poem written the day after the concert has a little too much bile...and I will not let negatives have their sway ..
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