Off track

[blazeofglory]

Poetry is whittled out of nothing
We draw on sources in the memory lane

I am fed up with the usual
The ideal, the value, the prototype

Let us walk on an untrodden track
Let us venture in an unvisited domain
Flying on the wings of imagination
In quest of the land unheard of

We think in patterns, and
In the process we parrot the ideas of the foregone
Where is originality when we piece together the wrecks and fragements
I see only heaps of plagarized ideas

In substance Wordsworth, Donne, Eliot live through us
As we think in a box
Constricted

What we call originally our own is a sheer style and syntax

I really like to be out of the box
Through and through undo all I read and heard of

Maybe if I can borrow the manner a baby can think in
Link with a world that is otherworldly
Maybe I can be creative, words worth
Or else I settle on the castoffs
Called oftentimes pieces of poetry

[gettingtoknowme]

This really spoke to me. And I know as a writer thats a nice thing to hear every once in a while. I've recently made my goal in life to have an origional thought. Something no one else has thought before and is not influenced by any out side source. Something pure. I don't know if it's really possible if you think about. But it's something worth-while to strive for.

But anyway, I really did love this. And the more I read it the better I like it.