Honoring Our Talents

 

 

 Why do we hide our talents and do not share them openly and with gratitude for them?  Why do feel ashamed when we share what is our gifts?  It is hard and it feels like selef-promotionsoWe ar hestitant because we denigrate the talents we were given.  The othr day, I was sent a copy of something one of my favorite East Coast Canadian Poets had written for me.  It i beautiful.  I read it and feel an inner senses of gratitude for him and for what he ee in one of my talents.  I was hesitant to show it, but I honor him as well as my talent for writing poetry.

 

The Poetess: Evoked Tears And Laughter

He reads her like a book,

 a book read in a field overflowing

with epiphanies.

 

In his deductions, too,

he sees her as both pupil and teacher,

question and answer, silence and sound,

sun and rain, tears and laughter, agony and ecstasy,

nature and nurture, shadow and light.

 

She is a poetess, and her poems

are explosive, mushroom clouds

formed across the vast horizons,

her words rousing the dormant masses,

taking them from the mundane to the mystery...

a circle ever growing, forever evolving...

she the apt interceder between heaven and earth.

 

For those able to grasp the depths of her work,

even marginally, allowed, as they are,

to delve into the mystique and the mastery,

tomorrow cannot ever again resemble yesterday.

 

For those unable to delve into the inherent depths,

little might it matter, though she will

most assuredly continue on her destined journey,

not only progressive in her thinking,

moving ahead in quantum leaps,

but exhibiting the other-worldly,

in touch to such an extent

as to bring the very gods to their knees...

 

She is the new breed, the new species,

if, in reality, a throwback to a time

when simplicity and absolute wisdom were soul mates.

 

In the heartbeat of her work,

there is also the inevitable drumbeat

of someone marching to a solitary symphony,

at times evoked in that tears,

for all that which tears represent,

if also at times evoked in that laughter,

for all that which joy could ever exemplify.

 

© Richard Doiron

 

This is something of an homage to my friend, Carol Desjarlais, artist, teacher, and poet of distinction, someone who has played an important part in my life (as she has with others) for decades...never farther away than the spurring of a memory.