On Artistry

Creation writhes its forked tongue

Bludgeoning the glass from the sand

Ending promise before awakes the sun

Grains of direction now strewn within this man

Beasts of sacrifice scar the symptoms purse

While leering eyes jeer the cursed eyes

Its scales impress, charring innovation’s curse

As the tidal moons ebb, tainted waves arise

Artistry possesses crux of being

If a muse infects the soul, there is but a single course

Nevermore condemned by visions of mortal seeing

Within his own world, the artist is his only source

Yet, ever shall the sane cross their glance

Isolated in, one’s own love, averted stare

For his salvation, the creator will devour vanity’s dance

Ever knowing, even for the best of them, have inferiority to bear  

 Victoria is hosting meeting the bar tonight over at D'Verse, where the prompt this week is to imitate one of your favorite poets.  I've often tried to do this, especially after those times you go back to their poetic works, as I'm sure many of us do so often, and find yourself becoming entranced upon these poets every word.  Unfortunately though, I've never been pleased with what I've produced in such efforts.  It's always one thing or another, perhaps I feel I've lost my own voice in the process, or, upon reading, find no connection to he/she you were hoping to recreate, mainly though, I believe we hold these favorites of ours to such high standings, that we might feel as if we're disrespecting them.  After all, we love our original work, that's what we live for.  We aren't some band, who may write their own songs, but can always fall back upon laying down cover track after cover track.  In poetry it's, by imitating, we get that incorrect feeling of plagiarism, slowly seeping into our thoughts.  

But this thought process is inhibitive.  Creation makes use of ideas and adds to them.  If we were to simply copy a poem and call it our own, sure there would be a dirty feeling about the air.  But when utilizing these poets to help advance our own craft, there's only benefits to be gained. 

...and even if we don't gain anything from the project at all, there's nothing wrong in paying a bit of homage to those writers of words we love.   

I normally don't take part in meeting the bar, not for any particular reason that I can think of, but I saw this topic and had to at least take a stab at it.  

The piece I wrote I purposely left unidentified, as I'd love to see how close I came after reading the comments.  Thanks again.