Homer to
Chaucer to
Whitman to
Bukowski et al. to
Me to
You
A poem is where I find it,
Not just what was written
In a different time.
Pieces of a poem are everywhere.
Pick them up, pull them together, write them down
And they call you a poet.
Ignore the pieces you see in person, read or hear;
You've wasted your sight and hearing
And they don't call you at all.
I like the way this poem flows and kind of comes together as a unit. And it does seem true that 'a poem is where [we] find it.' Sometimes we find 'em in the great masters, in tightly structured crafting, sometimes we find them in a Charles Schultz 'Peanuts' comic strip. Poetry is everywhere you look. Good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am an old fashioned formalist although I can appreciate a well written piece of free form The troubles they are as rare as hens teeth