Emissary Need

If you write every day without the need for emissary 

words - you’re freed to express those inward trends 

too gauche for the literati; as if you’re likely to share 

‘em ordinarily - but there are jewels & gems - some 

so rare polishing them blinds everyone equally - 

It is like learning to hear the subtlety in a tune when 

played by an ear too abstruse to be copy, original & 

out where the icons are first birthed - like measures 

the cognoscenti instantly recognise as unassailable 

and blend incontrovertibly into the soothing scene 

And then there’s the agenda team corresponding in 

their factotum sense of what matters, by expression 

and riposte, following an order digested as the best 

use of words within a tier of sustainable interjection 

where meanings and agreements are their rules 

In my trade the tools are an inner ear unaffected by 

hot air and raucous discontent - the rhythm is leant 

upon originality freed of onomatopoeic contempt or 

metric mutuality & there’s no ‘agenda’ I’m aware of  

excepting the refreshingly fey freedom to be me 

© 25 November 2016, I. D. Carswell