Though from different worlds we’re solid bound
a common cord binds us strong, fastened deep
to the shared part we keep safe and sacred
that survives no matter what else may fail
the part that is our most essential selves
this is where we are intimately joined
we’re poets at the bedrock of our souls
it is here our love of life is harbored
it’s in this holy place that we shelter
always alert to the clarion’s call
we are all damaged in our special ways
we like the path unclear the route unmarked
we are fond of stumbling in fumbling through
to find the way that is uniquely ours
engaged by the obtuse — the uneven
we vibrate to the asymmetric chord
find grace and form in brilliant imbalance
we’re seduced by the clue — drawn to the fog
we seek the wonder there that is withheld
because here we hear the clarion call
we long to always wander ‘round the bend
to seek what me may find over the hill
we always wonder what’s behind the door
what is it there that must be locked away
we can be found ears pressed against that door
our ears also prick to the distant sound
that calls to us just beyond clarity
to all these things our souls are strongly pulled
as down the trail in the mist ‘round the curve
there the clarion awaits — shut away
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rob kistner © 2022
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‘we’re poets at the bedrock of our souls’ – I feel this, Rob: when all else fails, we keep writing, for as long as we can…
Yes! ?????????
You have rung the bell well here, Rob. Cheers!
Thanks Lisa… ?????
some beautiful lines you’ve stitched within
“we’re poets at the bedrock of our souls”
I like how you join poet and readers with the ‘we’ in this clarion call (not to mention the link to that troubadour in the sky – Mr L.C.)
Thank you Laura.
Maybe poets are the shamans of today. I know they kept the history through lyrics and song in Ireland. I always keep my ear pressed against the door and dream the door opens.
Poets still carry the torch of truth colleen, though truth is inconvenient for some at times. But let truth ring out! I sometimes lose the energy to help with the Clarion call, bug I am always drawn back to the path — and will be until I am gone and my pen goes mute. I pray I have created enough by then in the world, that my voice continues to echo truth — and mirth!
Rob, this is gorgeous, true, soul satisfying and lastly … I get to comingle with Leonard.
You are welcome Helen. Len’s my man! 😉
I love “We’re poets at the bedrock of our souls.” Thank heaven for the release of writing.
Some fortunate ones have been blessed with the drive and to write poetry, others are compelled to read and love it. Sadly there are those who are unable yet to here the Clarion’s call. It is to those we must reach. I personally believe that anyone who truly resonates to poetry is not capable of atrocities. So we as poets still have much to do, much to share — get those lights out from under the bushel baskets! 🙂
Beautiful words, Rob,
“poets at the bedrocks of our souls” following the clarion call–plus Leonard Cohen.
Thank you so much Merril… 🙂
May that clarion call to write lead us to the light, Rob. I feel like this is a legacy poem par excellence!
Thank you Lynn… 🙂
Can’t argue with any of that!
Romanticizing my addiction to writing Rosemary… 🙂
Amen.
Truly loved this.
Thank you Susan!
“we’re poets at the bedrock of our souls
it is here our love of life is harbored
it’s in this holy place that we shelter”
Luv these of your lines. So inspiring.
Thanks for sharing the Cohen video.
Much love
Much love Gillena!:)
I think the clarion calls us all… and we know where we are heading, just not where, when, or how.
I hear it everyday Bjorn. 🙂
I love this Rob — every line of your speaks to me today!
Thank you Kim, you make me smile… 🙂
My friend you are writing from a deep well inside, you words touch the heart and soul. Keep writing for as long as you can. I’ll be reading.
Thank you True, you are most kind! 🙂
“we are all damaged in our special ways” and just maybe that helps us write. Beautiful lines in this poem.
Thank you Debi. 🙂
“we’re poets at the bedrock of our souls”
What a beautiful description, and so true.
Spectacular poem, Rob!
Thank you Sara, very much! 🙂