(My tribute to Ars Poetica by Archibald Macleish which made me sit up and notice a poem)
A poem is a globed fruit
palpable yet mute
Can borrow a few words
How cute!
Honest yet not straightforward
need not be attached to any rhyme scheme
Just needed to externalise the inner scream
of a once ignored teenager
Just open the floodgates
A spontaneous overflow of my repressed emotions
An abstract art of mythical proportions
makes the melancholy of a monotone
sound rich like a broadway baritone.
A poem need not be
A masterpiece , a marvel
An idea so novel
that there are odes written to it.
It can simply be
A moment in time crystallised with words
A gasp of the gut
So well put
that you thought someone put their hand down your throat
and pulled it out
like a rabbit from
a hat
or a hole
A poem is a sieve
which separates the chaff from the grain
A pensieve
and a penmanship on pain.
( In response to What's going on? Blog's Poetry is prompt)
"Sparse Poetica" captures the raw, unfiltered magic of poetry. The metaphors hit deep, especially the idea of a poem as a sieve—pure genius. It's messy, emotional, and beautifully honest. Great work! ✨
ReplyDeleteI share my poetry at my blog from time to time and also maintain a sub stack entitled the caregiver poet. I like your work here a lot. I think it's very good. Aloha friend
ReplyDeleteDelightful to read!
ReplyDelete"A gasp of the gut" and many other of your lines provide strong and effective analogies to a subject that is very difficult to define.
ReplyDeleteLove your opening ditty. Sets the "Still kicking" pace for the rest of your words.
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Love your opening ditty. Sets the "Still kicking" pace for the rest of your words.
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I love the repetition of "a poem is" ~~~ and all the lines interspersed of course! Well done.
ReplyDeleteI love! Poetry is a sieve, indeed. And, no, it doesn't have to be a masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteWonderful images of what a poem can be.
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