Poetry, The Truth Gainsaid - Poem by Dennis Ryan
Monday morning, February 11,2019 at 10: 35 a.m.
What is poetry?Is the reader listening
to an imaginary discourse in a disembodied
voice, an alchemy in words?The truth gainsaid?
Might the reader want more, the poet to declare,
a declaration that is truth in the poverty of its words
to reflect upon?A speaker speaking more to the point,
using real words in real settings, one verse at a time,
one verse running onto the next, extending the meaning,
showing us a route, a way to the poem's vital end?
Some small truth?Poet, give us this or give us nothing.
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