If you write every day without the need for emissary
words - you’re freed to express those inward trends
too gauche for the literati; as if you’re likely to share
‘em ordinarily - but there are jewels & gems - some
so rare polishing them blinds everyone equally -
It is like learning to hear the subtlety in a tune when
played by an ear too abstruse to be copy, original &
out where the icons are first birthed - like measures
the cognoscenti instantly recognise as unassailable
and blend incontrovertibly into the soothing scene
And then there’s the agenda team corresponding in
their factotum sense of what matters, by expression
and riposte, following an order digested as the best
use of words within a tier of sustainable interjection
where meanings and agreements are their rules
In my trade the tools are an inner ear unaffected by
hot air and raucous discontent - the rhythm is leant
upon originality freed of onomatopoeic contempt or
metric mutuality & there’s no ‘agenda’ I’m aware of
excepting the refreshingly fey freedom to be me
© 25 November 2016, I. D. Carswell
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