Sonnet about writing.
Sonnet 207. Of Energy and Creation.
Creating art from nothing has its price,
Though cost and price so rarely overlay,
Whenever we take wholesale truth from life
The strangest psychic taxes must be paid.
And willingly I wield these coins to show
How much I profit from the currency
That lets me stake a poet’s claim in now
A writer’s stake in what must come to be.
But nothing comes from nothing, art will drain
The energy from those who want to set
The present in calm words to prove life gains
From being recreated, spoken, read
Aloud before those listeners who had missed
Those truths that drain us, rising when word-kissed.
Andrew Barker
11 июл 2024
