Poem - I Am Wrong

Tue, 02 Feb 2016 03:32:56 GMT

I'm exploring the concept of making mistakes. One aspect of making mistakes is soul crushing self-condemnation. Part of my self-image challenge is feeling like I fail people. I am wrong too often, being asked why I didn't know better, what was I thinking, and how can I justify myself? I have my faults. The poem "I Am Wrong" is a free form expression of the reasons why I am wrong.

I Am Wrong

I could be wrong
I often am
rushed to judgment
without all the facts
speaking too soon
without hearing it all
forgetting the important
while grasping the small
too focused on me
ignoring the world
different priorities
from those I find dear
too tired to do better
with the schedule I push
my ideology conflicts
with external dogma
I am the social group
with bias built in
I am so damn ignorant
to do the right thing
a beginner at things
mistakes are norm
I don't write poetry
as wise authors should
all of these reasons
with more than I shared
how could I miss those
in making this list
are why I am wrong
too much of the time.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160201.

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The Wrong Side of Right

Sat, 14 Mar 2015 17:18:06 GMT

A friend posted a meme that said "To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong." (Joseph Chilton Pearce) . This struck a note with me, and I thought it could go one step further. The creative life asks a person to lose the fear of never being completely right. To never be completely right again? This is too much for some to accept. The creative plunge forward, seeking to find and share the wrong side of right.

The Wrong Side of Right
Poem for Day 073 – 20150314

Life on the creative path
is not for the faint of heart.
No progress made until you
loose a thing others cannot part.
There is a fear of being wrong,
something the creative must release.
The dread goes beyond this pale,
that of never being completely right.

Step lightly on the artist's trail.
Every step leaves the assurance behind
of being entirely right.
with the whole of the proper world.
You will become out of sync,
a beat away from society.
They will thrum the rowers drum
with you deaf to the siren's call.

Some will call you fraud,
pretender to a greater crown.
violator of sacred holies,
while in pursuit of your own art.
Others will deem you immoral,
deviant of life's pure path.
Virtue is unattainable
for those dancing on edge of life.

In the end an artist's life
will put in your right place.
Society's measure is taken
by your imaginative creativity.
Take heart my fellow traveler.
Though you may never be completely right,
this lose of fear will serve you well
as you show others the wrong side of right.

© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved

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