I’m back with another song-inspired poem this week! This one seemed to go in a more meta direction, which was interesting to write, and I hope it’s also quite interesting to read! We’re up to the 38th poem in this series and, as ever, you’ll find the song that it was inspired by embedded below, as well as links to the previous and first poems in this series.
First Poem In This Series: To Witness, To Behold, inspired by ‘Sowing The Seeds Of Love’ by Tears For Fears
Previous Poem In This Series: The Same Sun, inspired by ‘Baianá’ by Bakermat
Ink From Stardust
Is it playing god with ink, to write?
To dictate every breath another takes,
and carve every action into paper–
or not, now, but don’t let form
interrupt the concept:
a permanent record conjured from nothing,
to be read, to be remembered–
even if destroyed, it cannot truly
be taken back, not once it has sat
in its place in the universe.
Even forgotten, there is a smudge
in the dust, where something was,
once.
But then, the pen cannot create
the creator–and the impossibility
seems to sting; who writes you?
Perhaps, to soften it, see it not
as playing god–see it as telling
what is told to you, even if the tellers
are not quite as ‘real’ as the scribe.
Now, the writer and the written
share in the chaos of existence.
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Oskar Leonard 