Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I'm writing to screen this morning
to see where i am in the universe
an exercise that pits the mundane
against the sublime, or whatever nonsense

may reside in between this pair of old ears
so hang on dear reader, we may or may not
get anywhere. you may be wasting your time
hoping these words will enlighten you

only to find out the poet was desperately bored
and was simply challenging his ego to come up with something
he won't erase, and well many of my poems begin
this very way, with a boatload of desire launched

into a sea of possibility, my ship often careening
against the jagged rocks as my eyes stare at the beauty
of Lorelei up on the cliff. her tempting shape
her blue salty lips, this towering woman above the Rhine River

that flows through the neural pathways that make poetry
enchantress of the mind, white flowing gown, come hither hazel eyes
that make promises to wayward sailors, and I too am a seaman
adrift this Thursday long in the tooth and needy for whitewater

rudderless
I want to write a poem, sail into the sunset, but here I am stuck
in the turbulence of just another day with my very un-sexy keyboard
my apparatus in black and white, my inclinations in living color

I like Lorelei as a symbol for the journey. You did launch the quest pitting the mundane against the sublime. Lorelei entices but she causes us to wreck our launches as well.

I enjoyed this poem and it also brought back memories of the Lorelei o the Rhine, the solid rock that became such a legend and bore an imagination's woman through legend. On the mundane side I have taken 4 Rhine cruises---the last one in 1996. Your poem brought back some personal memories for me this morning as well as got me thinking of the cosmic and existential mysteries.