Ready? Crank that mind open and let’s
go. Seven minutes of reading = elevation.
But you don’t know me from a guy in a deli with a ham and cheese in one hand and a beer in the other. Why should you take my word for it? Well let me just say this, about that. I’m no expert in poetry, but I’m not a guy in a deli either, know what I’m saying?
This is the jungle.
There is way more
life force here
than at the deli.
This poem is a gigantic bear about to eat your heart and leave you in pieces, wondering why your former self gave up so easily. It is your mom’s love in a direct transmission from your father’s deepest soul, bright side, without any of the filters or stoppage blocks, if you follow me there.
This poem is Arwen saving you from the black riders and you, my friend, are Frodo, desperately in need of saving and unaware of your need. Remember Arwen praying that any grace alloted to her pass to Frodo?
This poem is Allen praying his grace transfer to you, reader. Praying for you to snap out of it, with the considerable evocative nuance of this master poet. He prays for you and to you, and none of it comes off as prayer.
What the hell will it take, to get you to read this poem? It has been lovingly typed on an ancient machine by the poet Joel Schapira, whose poetry is featured in this article. Yes you could read it more easily from some wikipoemesque sonnet sourcing site, but the richness in this yellow paper is singular. Undaunted by the screen, it retains more soul than a poignant song. It and the mild difficulties of reading this way will serve to bring you closer to the you to which Allen points.
So what do you say. Seven minutes? You’re a bright one, I bet you could drink it in in five. Yes, I’ll stoop to flattery. Now hit the apple key and the plus key, or take whatever action the pc tribe use to make the words bigger, and drink down this passion wisdom love perspective strength smoothie of a poem.
It will drink you right back.
Thanks for reading that, you sunflower you.
You unbridled force of nature on wheels, you repository of divinity, you unapologetic windswept
lover, you muse you!