The Song of Walt Is Our Song
bless our multitudes:
we celebrate and sing ourselves
among your loves
We excavate your heart of truth.
We venerate and venture forward
arm in arm
as you, with you, together, now.
We meditate on what we were.
We speculate on who we'd be.
We cultivate our lives with light
beginning with this mirroring
reflecting in each other's eyes
to see how much we are alike
to know the warmth that only comes
when we stand closer
side by side.
Unwritten maps upon our palms,
we navigate at night
the intimacies brushed by love
when we step past our broken bones
and hold devotion
soul to soul.
commemorate you, liberator,
who dreamt past time-worn mortal coils
exceeding meager meter's edge,
boundlessly shrugged measured plans
for measureless exuberance
you renegade of cadenced thought
rhythms lending such sedition
candid hearts must dance with chance
like lithe subversive ballerinas loathing hints of inhibition
thrusts uncontrived by comely choice
(yet inwardly ascension-bent
so impulse wholly conquers limits,
slips from chains of disciplines)
thus bursting forthright
night by sighing dream
by trying day
by artless fits
dismissing limbs from stillness, death
for fevered whims
or sovereign leaps
while drumming from torrential songs
storm fiery in primal heartbeats pounding hotter by the hour
crushing unabashed ballet
conveying restless zestful feelings
words reeling toward their rightful arias
however long, beloved, wrong.
Go gallivant, enchant, descant as skylarks soaring
- hark, they sing!
Their fragile strainings fortify our infinitely cosmic song
heard over forests yawning older than language, crying, history
(not nearly drowned out by the rivers rushing
flooding muddied fields
sunken plains where all may gaze
but none must tread
if we are getting anywhere)
past chapels full of searchers, sinners,
forgivers, grievers, non-believers,
pale gilded crosses, echoed prayers,
cracked wedding bells divorced from time
outpacing every last-paved trail
if evidenced to be so found
to follow, leave,
regardless how impetuous
a muse might choose to be at last:
let unheard verses light the way
with beauty's incandescent truth
and freedom's ever-flaming say!
Song of Walt © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
View this poem at AllPoetry.com
384 words. Revised February 2022. (First draft 29 lines, as submitted to 19th Century challenge prompt - link: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2731568-The-19th-Century)
This poem draws inspiration from and responds to Whitman's "Song of Myself":
Poem substantially revised on 8/31/21 for the Honoring Walt Whitman challenge: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2787122-Honoring-Walt-Whitman--BIG-POINTS-
Submitted: September 6, 2019