Bonnie Alden Phillips

(Concord, California, USA)

Love Me - Love My Poetry - Poem by Bonnie Alden Phillips

I once wrote some poetry - the best,
the finest POETRY
My POETRY came with a capital
My POETRY was distinguished
POETRY, proper, complete line of
Verse POETRY - honorable,
prehistoric, geographical POETRY
Divine, instinctive, even religious
I sent it to the magazines
The very good magazines
The very best magazines -
They returned it to me every time!
I once wrote some inferior POETRY
Low in style, irregular in measure
Undignified, trivial, absurd POETRY
inadequate, mischievous, comic
Some stuff like this - A CRIME -
I sent it to the magazines
The very good magazines
The very best magazines

They kept it every time!
Now, I ask of you - my question is
fair and brief - I ask
Of you - your ear I pray and beg you
give -
Shall I write intuitive,
comprehensive, reasoning
Specific, Godlike, Capitol
committed POETRY
The sort I think will live?
Or shall I write inferior, very bad
POETRY - the kind that soon is
Dead - and send it to the magazines,
the very good, the best magazines

Comments about Love Me - Love My Poetry by Bonnie Alden Phillips

  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (12/16/2014 1:57:00 PM)

    write all forms of poetry everything that comes to mind well done (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 277 Points Randy Resh (12/15/2006 11:19:00 PM)

    write both. If you write for masses- then it will last longer, see wider distribution. What is your instinct? If you write traditional, then perhaps you will be remebered by critics, earn a few awards. But your poetry will not see a wide readership. Perhaps, academics, students? Who is your audience & what are your instincts? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tom Shillito (6/10/2005 6:43:00 AM)

    A fantastic poem. It captures the dilema that we all go through when writing poetry: weather to go for the traditional, crafted style of the cannon poets, create beautiful work but be shunned by contemporary critics, or to go for formless postmodern rambling, be praised as being fresh and radical but gain no real artistic reward from your work. To earn a living churning out dross or to try to earn your place among the greats? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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