The Myth of Talent
Would you ask a violinist “how much do you practice?”
or a ballerina about her grueling daily dance routine?
Everybody writes. The poet writes like she prays, with passion.
Athena emerged fully-grown from the head of Zeus.
She saw everything and knew everything.
To be born, the writer enters a state of curiosity,
waiting for the moment when
the poem opens up and tells her
what it wants to be about.
No thrills of discovery for the goddess.
Miles Davis said, my future
starts when I wake up every morning.
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Love this!
10,000 hours is the practice required to be a virtuoso
I am a fan of your work. I begin to catch a few interesting lines with my peripheral vision, read a couple of stanzas, find myself intrigued, and once again notice your name and photo beside the lines.
the self-aware poem is so damn selfish, sometimes….
‘waiting . . .the poem opens up and tells.”
You are right there and how powerfully you
validate those of us who start each day wondering if a poem will speak to us in time for the midnight deadline.
Thank you for the compelling work.
I love that you reference mythology and Miles Davis in the same poem!