When I was very young,
Poetry
was written by
AA Milne.
and life was comfy.
When I was an adolescent,
Poetry
was written by
pansies for pansies about pansies.
though daffodils
were lifestyle and exam-inable.
and life was scary
When I was at college,
Poetry
was written by
a chap in a leather jacket
who glared at you angrily
on his no-gear pushbike
as he rode out to save the world.
and life was a cold war and still scary.
When I was middle-aged,
Poetry
was in the assured embrace
of the Arts Council and a chap at the BBC
and the world managed quite well without poets
but life was still scary.
Now
I am old enough
to swop lifestyle notes with Jenny Joseph,
Poetry
means that
a poem's 'text' may be
i h8 u
BUT
it's read right round the world
by lots of people. Like you.
and life is full of promise...
Now that deserves a Metaphor.
'A what? ' said Pooh.
good show here, Shep! how've you been old chum? Jake
WOW Michael. Now THATS what I call profound. So true. I love it Hugs Jan
Yes I had to stop there or else... Christopher Robin kicked a small twig. 'It's when you say that something is like.. something else. It's called Poetry.' Pooh had a Think, standing very still and breathing deeply. 'You mean' he said at last, 'like, teatime means a pot of hunny? ' 'something like that' said CR. 'I see..' said Pooh...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pass the hunney around: -) thanks Michael