Being an artist/writer/songwriter/musician has probably never been easy. Artistry is not accountable, empirical or of obvious functionality. It is therefore a rat race of funding for those involved- particularly the first timers. But, artistry of all kinds is what we give value to, what we remember down the ages of man, what stirs our hearts and makes us reflect and show our humanity.
Today, after some stalling news that means my artistic growth is stilled, I give you this poem. It is probably the inner experience of many an artist from all mediums….
Tethered Wings
Who am I to fly so high?
With iridescent wings of hope
To dance in the sunlight air
Joyfully partaking of all that is fair
All that is fair, and sweet, seen and unseen
Touched by life ephemeral magic hand.
A touch of wonder and humming wings
To glisten and dance on fragile hope
Life’s glory held in one strand of sun
A moments synchronicity of thrumming hope
Who am I to fly so high?
I plod with earthy feet
Graced with gifts and no ways to give
Doors remain locked and fast.
My butterfly wings- lie trembling still,
Tethering to the ground.
The winds an onslaught of howling might
How can I start my flight?
How can I start my flight?
I do not know- is where I stand.
Having called down my coloured wings
I have tried to circle and find my way.
So, now, I have to wait for life to lift me up
Whilst tethered to the ground
Hoping my colours do not pass me by
Hoping to use wings of iridescent hope.
And, if the winds of life scowl by
What then, for one such as me?
What then, what then, for one such as me?
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