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Poets have no tools, never
No tangible tools that is to say
Some people even call them fools
Poets have a different worldview
Built on emotions, sensations, lacerations
Splinters of pain
And all that the heart holds to be true.
Poets have no right way or wrong way
(Its true that they often lose their way anyway) :
Poetry has always been difficult to define
Scrambled thoughts, scrambled lines
That is to say
Perfect lines, perfect rhymes
Clockwork metric thoughts and thou and thine
Stanzas, couplets and all the rest of it
My emotions flew jagged against the sky
My thoughts often threatened to run away
Like me; I speak about pain and despair
People who are going to die
Corpus callosum, existence ad infinitum
Transient joy, the rainbow arching
Spectral armies marching
Tramping, tramping down history's worn-out lanes
And the lines in a stranger's face
His apparent despair, his evident pain
Jerk me from those absolute, imperfect rhymes
I am myself corpus callosum-like again.
Rani Turton
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Kevin Wells (7/29/2008 12:58:00 PM)
Well written and true, Rani. Scrambled thoughts, scrambled lines, perfect rhymes. Thanks for writing it as it is! |
Vidi Writes (5/5/2008 12:25:00 PM)
You would have read the lines of T S Eliot -
'Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion,
But an escape from emotion;
It is not the expression of personality,
But an escape from personality.
But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions
Know what it means to want to escape from these things.'
The above lines describe both poerty and poet.
So is your poem - which
talked about common feelings of all of us.
Nice one... Thank you, dear poet. |
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