No one ever truly forgets
how to do something -
especially once someone has found
the required level of skill to be able
to repeatedly do the same thing
over and over again without thinking,
and when that happens some acts
become seemingly second nature and effortless…
some knowledge is taught by teachers and mentors,
while some knowledge is almost instinctive
and can feel as if has been acquired
after having been passed down
through some kind of genetic inheritance and memory…
some people take to some things so quickly
that it is immediately apparent that their connection
to something is harder to explain than usual,
because some people seem to have
a prodigy-like gift to be able to grasp
the concept of what something is
with such speed that their abilities
can dumbfound the mind of observers…
some people may take longer than others
to understand the mechanics of how something operates;
because some people are more practically minded,
while others are more theoretical in their approach -
which is why everyone who is seemingly
struggling with something should be encouraged
to never stop trying to make something
make sense to them and in such a way
that only they can see why something
means the way that it does…
some people are just not meant
to be able to do everything,
nor to be able to hear everything,
nor to be able to see everything,
nor to be able to understand everything
that other people might be able to -
and there is nothing wrong with that,
because everyone is different
and not every piece of knowledge
and information about how something is done
can easily be translated, transferred,
replicated, and evolved until it becomes
something innate and as natural as art;
however, when something “feels right”
and just seems so natural when you think about it
and whenever you engage in it,
everything that comes to you
like you have done it before -
even before you tried to do it -
can feel like you are reliving and reenacting
an experience that you could never forget even you tried,
like how people describe that
no one who ever learned something
could ever forget what they know:
because sometimes some things
are just “like riding a bike”.
Prodigy
My Poem ‘The Prolific’
Learning how to write
is like learning how to walk –
finding your voice,
and finding your rhythm of speech,
is like when you discover
that you have the gift to be able to talk;
seeing things and allowing them to inspire you
sounds easy when someone says it,
but, for everyone, it takes a while to make a connection
between what you are seeing
and why it is so inspiring –
even for a published one of a kind prolific poet;
the gift to be able to stand upright without falling over
is all about finding your own balance,
and writing is like that too:
the idea, the thought, the growth, the detail,
the quintessential individual identity
that every writer and artist has
all proliferates and shows
in whatever they are creating.
Beethoven played, heard, and made,
entire symphonies in his mind –
he knew sound and music so well,
and he had the most virtuosic command
and knowledge of instruments,
that he didn’t need to hear a thing,
because he was a prodigy;
Shakespeare spent entire morning and nights
in Winters and Summers,
crafting, staging, and writing,
the most epic, incredible, phenomenal,
plays and timeless stories the world has ever seen,
read, or heard, that will continue to inform
the entire world for eons to come –
however, during the days
when he was not as well known as he is today,
in the days in which he lived,
William Shakespeare was not thought of as highly
and spoken of with as much esteem,
as he is now: I, however, believe
that Shakespeare’s first love,
and the thing that made him the most happy,
was his sonnets and everything that he said
and expressed through poetry.
When I first began writing poetry,
I used to perhaps write a poem a week –
and then I only shared what I wrote
with a small group of friends;
as expressing my thoughts,
and writing them down in the form of a poem,
became more and more important to me,
I started to write more and share more regularly;
when I realized that instead of writing something
once a week for someone, I was now writing twice a week,
every other day, and then every day,
I knew that writing, especially my poetry,
was no longer just a past-time for me –
it was a passion, a way of life,
a journey that had no end,
and every time I write a poem now
I cannot ever shake the feeling within me, of me,
that makes me happy, when I am writing my poetry.
There are some words that are sometimes over-used,
however there are only some words that could ever express
what something means to you at a particular moment:
love, amazing, awesome, special, epic;
but when I use a word,
when someone uses a words to describe me,
I can tell you that the reason I am using a particular word
is indescribably heartfelt and true –
because words mean a lot to me,
and I use them with great care and attention,
as a poet or a writer should;
and as an artist who knows their art
like the back of the hand,
and who thinks of themselves,
and who people often describe them as being,
in my opinion, is one of the best things
anyone could ever be, or be called:
someone who is wonderfully ‘prolific’.
Mark The Poet 