Where speech fails, poetry takes over.
As if like a fetus in the womb, a poem
Is born in the brain's chamber, where
It sleeps and sometimes moves about
For an exit. Finally it finds its way out,
Silently through a computer keyboard
Or the nib of a pen, to the open world.
Where speech fails, poetry takes over.
Small poets eschew big pandemonium.
When in limelight, they feel like a hare
Caught by the beam of a passing Lorry.
They avoid noise and crowds, but join
Small groups with eloquent speeches
And share episodes of sorrow and joy.
Where speech fails, poetry takes over.
A poet's thoughts are umbilically linked
To the rhythm of his heart, harmonized.
He toys with them at the dead of night,
And wanders away to a dreamy world.
His thoughts spread their fanciful wings,
And fly out as a poem, in rhymes or not.
Dhaka
13 October 2013
Where speech fails, poetry takes over. A poet's excellent thought motivates others frequently. Poetry carries tenderness. A beautifully penned shared here is definitely an excellent poem...10
a masterpiece, nothing more need be said, I loved the fetus womb brain's chamber imagery, the first stanza line introduction repetition for emphasis; I liked poetry sleeping moving about, keyboard writing or pen then birth into the world. That was only stanza one, to save time, I loved the poet references also. A wonderful write :)
Thank you very much, Terry Craddock. Your appreciation of the first stanza of the poem shows the extent of your attention my poem received; I am much thankful for that. It's a great delight to see a poet's work appreciated by another poet of repute.
Where speech fails, poetry takes over. A poet's thoughts are umbilically linked To the rhythm of his heart, harmonized. He toys with them at the dead of night, And wanders away to a dreamy world. His thoughts spread their fanciful wings, And fly out as a poem, in rhymes or not. - - - - - A fantastic poem.
Poetic is fascinating and mysterious in its origin. But when ever it sprouts through various channels of mind it brings joy to writers and readers alike. Thank you Khairul Ahsan for sharing the poem and many thanks for your comment on my poem.
phantasmic exploration of what it's like to write a poem and why; really nails that sense of it being something part of oneself like an umbilical cord! Exact and expressive; slightly scientifically harmonious too!
Where speech fails, poetry takes over. It's a common experience when we want to say something but we cannot say, we just recite a " Sheyr" (two lines of Persian/Urdu ghazal) . A great poem, a wonderful work.
Thank you, dear poet Akhtar Jawad, for reading an old poem of mine and appreciating it. Much inspired by your comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...loved reading it...especially these lines: A poet's thoughts are umbilically linked/To the rhythm of his heart...His thoughts spread their fanciful wings, And fly out as a poem, in rhymes or not.
Thanks for quoting from my poem, some lines that you loved reading. I am much inspired by your appreciation, @Jasbir Chatterjee.