The Noble Prize

The Noble Prize

Somewhere exists a noble prize,

An all-eternal prize

A special type without the hype,

Tripped from mind to fingertip,

From pencil scratch and paperclip,

To bind an un-read whole.

A prize

For those

Who never published.

Open-piped, sagacious fools

Who, tools, keep at one thing

By rolling out the scroll to lengths

Lifelong,

Withdrawing ego-hand control,

Finding substance in a song

That never reaches critic’s blows,

But senses something there that knows

Eternity.

 

©The Noble Prize 01.12 10 rev’08

The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Our Times, Our Culture;

 

Arlene Corwin

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