Mike Barrett

Freshman - 753 Points (June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

On Poetry - Poem by Mike Barrett

There
Are among you,
You who read these poems,
Those who think
Poetry
Beautiful rhyming words,
Pleasant thoughts -
New combinations
Of strange comparisons.

Alas,
How utterly wrong
You are!

There is poetry
In a rippling brook,
In a fly's beating wings,
In the dead skin of a snake -
In both time and space
Wherein myriad worlds spin!

Man, himself
Is an infinitely poetic
Structure
As are all his thoughts
Feelings, actions
And past history!

To appreciate
These words
As they are herein placed,
As they are now arrayed
Is but the birth
Of the beginning
Of the understanding
Of the meaning
Of the word
POETRY!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was written in my mid-20s shortly after having re-read Shelly's essay, 'I Defense of Poetry'. Shelly's words no douibt contributed to the 'oomph' of this poem.

Comments about On Poetry by Mike Barrett

  • Gold Star - 24,658 Points Kelly Kurt (4/6/2015 6:05:00 PM)

    I completely agree, Mike. Hatred, cockroaches pimples and kindness are all but verses of the same poem. (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 753 Points Mike Barrett (4/9/2015 8:27:00 AM)

    Hi Kelly, thanks for your comment......you clearly got the point! Not all do! Cheers!

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  • Gold Star - 27,704 Points Valsa George (10/28/2014 1:45:00 AM)

    A poet sees poetry all around! It is not confined to limited images..... Poetry is spread over the entire universe... any object or experience can be turned into poetry! That is why there is no dearth of subjects for poems! What is man other than God's great epic poem? Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,018 Points Valerie Dohren (12/14/2013 1:32:00 PM)

    There is poetry to be found in everything if one will look. Interesting write, food for thought. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sankha Subhra Nayak (9/15/2013 2:40:00 PM)

    Is rember me about the Krishna of Gita... He is every where even in a part of stone... Poetry is every where but you have to choose perfect word and unic feeling for write down it in a script...
    Nice! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013


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