Come in enter the poem
why stand there like an iceberg out of sorts
in the tropics dripping noise baked
in fiery waters.
Come in enter the poem
lyrical veins of solemn silence
balls of verbs rolled into joy
subjects at the sharpened fore
fill your past tensed famished soul
on buffets of adverbial gourmet
Come in enter the poem
peace reigns in restful phloem
rhyming tendrils comb your hair
adjectives in starchy flair
sweet the smell of inflorescence
atop the noun of lofty essence
Come in enter the poem
live in symphony of life's distances
rendered in notes of trembling nuances
Mard, there is stunning wordplay here and the rhyme workds. It is a colourful poem and draws the reader in... forcing them to want to enter the poem.
'Come in enter the poem live in symphony of life's distances rendered in notes of trembling nuances' I enjoyed this piece.
i don't know where to begin w/ this. Evocative imagery, and thought-provoking ideas. Starts with a distinct rhythm, gels into rhyme, ends w/ a break in form that suggests the sometimes wandering spirit of the poet's muse. Not sure, but i think this is a masterpiece.
i loved this piece! it's marvelous.you're very talented with words.
good diction...clever usage of words...presentation enjoyable...well done thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah yes - a good poem pulls the reader inside it, where they discover its nuances, its dark corners, its bright lights, quiet whispers - the everything it has to offer. The difference between a poem with depth and one that just sits idly on the page, no matter how well constructed the latter may be, is, to me, the measure of quality. Poetry is and ever will be, should be and ought, more than than the simple act of writing a poem. I fell in to this one - and found myself in a world both fantastic and precise. An excellent combination and one not easily achieved. Great work here, Mark. Christine