by Larry Brody
NOTE FROM LB
This one is for all of us, the #creatives actively and lovingly and totally engaged in the #writinglife with all its ups and downs and joys and pains. The most important part of the dream is the #dreaming. The #standingtall. As long as you keep going, know what? You #win.
I Sing Of The Human Spirit
I sing of the human spirit.
My song explodes with a cymbal crash from my soul.
Nothing can stand against my song. My arpeggios
Pierce walls. My major chords shatter windows.
My minors topple fences, while gates swing open
To the rhythm of my heart.
My high notes soar past the atmosphere,
And my bass line moves the planet,
Swinging us ‘round and round.
But it is the spirit that embraces the universe,
And the spirit the cosmos applauds.
I dream of the human spirit.
My dream takes me to heights and depths
Far beyond Ego, Superego, or Id. My dream
Raises me and I fly, dashes me down to a fall.
It incites me to attack, and compels my retreat.
In my dream I can win and I can lose, but never
Is there a draw.
My dream frightens me as much as it excites me,
And I quiver and quail more than I
Brandish my powerful arms,
But without it there would be no song.
Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. He is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, as the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out, “Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you lose your vision, and yourself.” She said it shorter, though, with just a snort.
