When Heart Passes Baton To Head

Let dead rocks of reason lie on the way, Let all logic, all do's and don'ts lie still, The rules of grammar gathered yesterday, Of metre and foot, let them let-down feel If lines river-like flow to move ahead, Let melody get born with utter poise, Let lilting lines listen to inner voice, O to flow ahead—heart-over-head led. In purest form and the plainest by far, Like a perennial stream flows a poem, Each line a starlet shoring up the star, And sparkling like rarest of studded gem! And crafted, caressing the created— A call of heart passing baton to head! ______________________________________________________ A poem flows like a river. The head with its do's and don'ts plays the role of rocks blocking river's flow. But the river finds its way still and music is born. A poem is always a product of heart to start with. The heart has reasons unknown to head. A stage still comes when head slowly takes over as there is no escape from it. Yet, creativity comes from the chaos created by heart— the source of all poems! ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 09.08.14 |