Have You Experienced Poetic Jouissance? Poem by John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you emptied your soul late at night

All alone

Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone

If you have

You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners

For in that hour of self awareness
You embrace something so magical

While in that quiet solitude
Alone in that room

Solitude
Not to be confused with loneliness

For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters

Who waits for the call to start swirling

Seeking rebirth on paper
Or other forms of scrying mirrors

A new life for eager eyes to see

To maybe treasure

From land or sea
Wherever they be

And to you

Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells

Into eternity
In the Vast Halls of Apollo

For in time
All poetry is constant and collected

In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records

The Past
Future and the Now

Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow

For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure

To find just something they need in whatever they read

So fear not
Rejection or criticism

Fear not
Judgement or lament

For the gift you share
Is heaven sent

Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters

From the gilded Halls of Apollo

In a gentle breeze
For they can feel your intense need

Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills

Like the last charge of Genghis Khan

For them to answer
With hidden scrolls

Filled with clues to write poetry

To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls

Seeking
Jouissance

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Noun:

Jouissance
Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.

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