Just a Poem
Posted on Jul 6th, 2007
by 
Catherine
Catherine
drunken poetry, poetry of the fever
poetry that crawls from deepest despair
giddy, silly poetry, with the pretense
that it knows
it seems, so it seems it seems
my poetry leads its own life
sometimes I am invited
sometimes
I just show up
and like the sun, the glowing sun
benevolent sun
the sun that owns us
it is best to accept it, without looking
for what is to be gained
by turning curious eyes
burnt for the effort
while missing the point
the true beauty of sunlight
is where it goes
and what it does
not
where it came from
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
poetry that crawls from deepest despair
giddy, silly poetry, with the pretense
that it knows
it seems, so it seems it seems
my poetry leads its own life
sometimes I am invited
sometimes
I just show up
and like the sun, the glowing sun
benevolent sun
the sun that owns us
it is best to accept it, without looking
for what is to be gained
by turning curious eyes
burnt for the effort
while missing the point
the true beauty of sunlight
is where it goes
and what it does
not
where it came from
©2007 C. L. B. Callender
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muse
August 2008 
the true beauty of sunlight
is where it goes
and what it does
Excellent! I often find I have an “inner dialog” with myself as the creative process goes where it wants. It's like, “You can't do that (or write that), and another part of me says, “Just let it happen.” This poem says it so well.
Sometimes, you walk with your muse. Sometimes you walk alone.
absolutely brilliant! :)
….specially liked the way it ended!!!