Autumn Creativity An Ars Poetica Poem by Daniel Brick
Autumn Creativity An Ars Poetica
There is a tiredness in this hot
autumn air, a drift toward sleep
even in the daylight. But sleeping
is no solution. Is it the body crying
for healing, or the soul crying for comfort?
Or perhaps both body and soul, severed
from company with the mind, yearn to close
that gap and restore their three-fold unity.
Which cry should I answer first?
Shall I summon dreamless sleep
so that the body may curl into its own
comfort and in deep unconsciousness
regain its strength? Afterwards, I will
occupy that amorphous expanse within
where nocturnal currents fold and unfold
and define the contours of the invisible soul.
Words will pour forth from the mind
and coalesce into incipient poems, taking
place within body and soul, and be shaped
according to the soil of their origins,
those of body filled with the energy
of earth, those of soul imbued with the grace
of heaven. And the mind is the guardian
of this creativity in its three-fold unity.
Sometimes sleep seems like a waste of time, but what if that is when all of our memories, all of the neuronal bits of data that determine our identity and personality undergo routine, necessary maintenance? What if we awoke with a totally different personality? Or if our long term memories disappeared after a nap? Your excellent piece has made me contemplate one more significant factor of life I take for granted on a regular basis. Thank you, once again you have given me the pleasure of an enlightening contemplative interlude. Cheers! :)
Your comment amplified the possible meanings of my poem. Which is exactly the role sensitive readers play for us. The two possibilities you cite here about waking up with a different personality are so provocative - and scary. There is another poem or perhaps a science fiction story. Poems and comments on poems set off these trails of other possibilities. And that's the way a poem stays alive! !
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4/25/2024 4:20:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You have captured perfectly the mood of the autumn and its relation with body n soul. That's exactly the impact it has on me. I feel too sleepy all the time but i also feel that autumn is really good for creativity. We must answer the calls of creativity n sleep both. A lovely write.