Like me, you probably have talents revealed,
and gifts hidden. If you can’t craft Divine Sonnets
like Donne nor paint trees like Pissarro or
yet even the madness of yellowed wheat fields
like Van Gogh, then sing please-
for heaven’s sake- sing what you were meant
to sing. Who knows the beauty, even if
you judge it to be primitive, you may
bring to a world hungry for expression.
Perhaps you find your fingers, stiff
at first, yielding to brush and paint
for the first time or even more daring-
letting your own precious seeds you have
carefully nurtured- find the rich hue
of your earthy canvas that is your
page poetica. We are not mere flesh
and bone destined to be recycled
into the full bellies of worms.
Let your art sing from beyond
finality’s borders. I beseech
you to paint, to sing, to write,
to craft the spell of magic
that is yours to leave behind!
We are counting on you-
to leave not only a trail of tears,
yet another reason to live,
to rejoice, to celebrate this
living on the edge of danger,
where strangers dare to inspire
each other. Sing, oh please, sing your song…
Ecstacy #1Unicorn by Paul Goldman, 2015
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.