Last Words
Epilogue
Expectations shattered by an experience
Finding myself seduced by stanzas that threaten to
Tear me away from my first love.
Shocked, that the creative void in my soul
Usually flooded with sweet sounds and blue notes
Is instead being filled with similes, metaphor and imagery.
No longer so distant
The seemingly pointless exaltations and incomprehensible stream
Of words from an ancient tower of Babel, or some other age which I care less for,
Have disappeared.
Replaced by topical tales of our own time
And deep descriptions of emotions and experiences that resonate.
Feelings that were only rarely brought on by the so called ‘classics’
Funny how inert words on a page can come alive and speak to you
Now a craft to be honed, rather than a whim to pass the time
To think that a class described as cake
Could help one cake
When trying to bake something to last beyond a regular sell-by-date
End of class date, or graduation date.
The effect of an afterthought that helped me
Express a romantic thought
Final verse
A sayonara stanza,
To an experience that shattered expectations
I hope it lingers
So when I am chilling in a stylish bar,
I can feel inspired
And write some stylish bars.


