Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The art of poetry (cavatina sequence) (in answer to Archibald Macleish)


A poem should touch, should palpable belong,
it should reach out,
with a kind of eternal caring truth;
it should scream, shout
of each injustice and pain that do remain
and be about
almost anything or each happening,
as something that is truly worth saying.

Not silent or dumb it falls on the ear,
as it's profound,
in a great symphony of the purest
kind of clear sound,
its rhythms do ring with every line
it is not bound
by politics, machinations of men
and can be a blessing or an omen.

[Reference: "Ars poetica" by Archibald Macleish.]

Submitted: Thursday, March 08, 2012

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