« What is Poetry? »
Heavens no! Don’t ask me;
I don’t know the answer.
« Try one —Any answer;
Just to give me a clue »
Poetry is just a starry night looking down at us..
Or it is the whole of
The underground rivers of our daily tears and moans,
Of happiness and grief, sadness and gratitude..
It is, maybe, the sight of
An emaciated body got lost in dusty fields..
A dazzling, unaware smile of a newborn baby..
A sound (Ocean’s voice?) from the very heart of a seashell..
An old soul in its (Her / His) final anguish..
A lover’s secret silence lit by the fading light of sunset..
A ripple in the brackish fluid of Consciousness..
Anyway: an endless moment in anyone’s life,
« Moments of Life. Is Life the clue? »
It might, if only I knew what Life is.
What I’ve realized, intertwining poetry and life, is that
We have to add Darkness when we try to appreciate what
Darkness.. —A bit, at least. At its heart.
[published in 'THE CHINESE GARDENS - English Poems', by Fabrizio Frosini,2015]
the ending makes me think of Conrad's HEART OF DARKNESS)
you took a point ;) It's a great novel, isn't it? - Conrad's.. I mean :)
Of your metaphors for poetry, I choose 'A ripple in the brackish fluid of consciousness'. The flowing stream of consciousness is what gives you poems if you listen and think hard enough. It also inspires good revisions, better wording, I think.
yes, indeed - you're right
Very deep, unconventional and philosophical. I loved it Fabrizio.
Hi Tania! thank you so much for your kind words. Pleased to know you like my poem. Cheers
Dimitrios, you've written a msg to me with a link to my poem, but I can't undertsand what you wanted to mean...
I'm thinking of the first great poets of our own world.The greeks from the 7th cent. b.d.to the fourth cent.It is they who formed allvalues of what we call greek miracle.Everything was written as a poet.The poets were those who invented the world of myths, the world of philosophy the world of the laws for the new arising states.Our whole world is based upon that poesy.That is poesy, the perception of the natural world and the invention of the expansion of the new human's world.Poets are the ones who explain and imagine old and new world.//when they can not play their role the world is suffering of stagnation.
agree 100%, dear Dimitrios!
Poetry has multi dimensions. It can encompass a lot of things! Umpteen things can thrill a poet's heart! Thus anything can be the subject of a poem....... Yet it is so hard to define a poem. Somehow poetry revolves round life. Just as life is complex with light and shade, poetry is also complex and a poet tries to fathom into the mysteries of life as best as he can! You have succeeded to a great extent in defining poetry, showing its vast scope and sweep! Lovely write!