New Frontier

So funny story about this poem... The timestamp for the creation is the 5th of august 2008. See what had happened was I started this poem and just never finished it... I couldn't quite find the direction I wanted it to go in, until one night, the fevers of writing possessed my brain, (lol whut??), and it came to me. And so on the 22rd of September 2010, in the late hours of the night, I finally freakin' finished the poem. And here it is in it's longsuffering glory. The title is a work in progress. Give it a year or so.


New Frontier

Poetry is the new frontier.

To me, it is a frightful forest

Full of ideals, towering and exotic

Clever words, double meanings

To intrigue and delude

Like a subtle jungle cat

And eat me alive at the sign of weakness.

But in this jungle of irony, paradox and rhyme,

There are no natives

Each man to brave the wordy wilds alone,

Leaving trails and allusions of trails.

No man can charter a course,

Because as quickly as butterfly words

Land upon the tip of your tongue like leaves,

They flitter away,

As swiftly as the slender snake of ideas slithers away

Through the grass of inspiration,

Gone in an instant.

Yet some times it reaches you

Like bushfires in a drought of thought,

Brought by lightening

And raging till it is doused

Or, if left alone,

Consumes,

Burns,

Devours,

Every fibre of your being,

And it wears itself out

And eventually the last ember dies.

All one can do,

Is not move too fast,

Too suddenly,

Least you disturb it

As it falls,

Springs,

Becomes,

Is,

As delicately,

As remarkably unremarkable

As a falling snowflake,

And capture its beauty

With the paintbrush of your words.

There it is. Can you tell where the two year gap is?