The poet chooses nothing. We live in the spotlight of no one. We exists to weave words into consciousness. We were born with the capacity to stand on the head of a pin believing that the brisk winds of change will only help to grow our wings when we fall. Whether we crash into the cauldron of darkness or soar to newer heights is not our concern. Words choose us not the other way around. Today I choose wings lifting me to the higher consciousness of common human decency but, if I fall instead into the dark void, I trust that I will still find inspiration to guide me back to my longing for love.
For Leonard Cohen
“You want it darker
We kill the flame”
The knight of darkness
Has left his castle
To return to his king
On the battlefield
Where words, bleeding
Pleading, send us all into the abyss.
Leaving behind his pen and paper
He sketches a new image
of himself as his wings catch
The morning sun.
All he had to give, he gave —
Nothing more, nothing less.
Do not wear your mourning clothes
You wordsmiths.
Take up his pen and paper
And carry on.
© 2016 Bessie Adams Senette
THE BAYOU MYSTIC 