Give me Delicious poetry

By Shannan

Tue, 18 Sep 2012
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Give me Delicious poetry

I don’t want the measure of meter
to manipulate my meal
or the riot of rhythm and rhyme
to override the pleasure
of my poetry on my palate.

I want words to roll
Deliciously off the curve of my tongue,
and syllables to be savoured…
Succulently…
Sensually…

No stanzas, concocted and contrived
in chopped, constructed meanings
Clashing and Colliding
like raw carrots and ice-cream.

Give me poems of juicy jewels
staining my lips with royal richness
leaving an after-taste
of phrase’s flavours
Reverberating enlightenment in my mind.

Let me say the sweet and savoury,
and relish a meal of mastery.

Let poetry, powerfully,
Subversively,
Subtly,
Sizzle.
Satisfy my senses;
and satiate my hunger.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
Sounds like a reasonable enough demand.

Submitted by Shannan on
He he Highhat... a girl has to say what she wants ;-)

 

Submitted by Shannan on
Thanks for taking the time to comment Archie... my thoughts in reply... the differences between a traditionalist and a performing artist who craves delicious : One desires metre, rhythm and rhyme, which bore the latters mind; one wants poems to conform where 'i's have their dots, whilst the other believes the soul doesn't have to fit into a box. Interestingly, as a teacher of Dramatic Arts, performers of 'traditional' poems get the lower marks; the heart of the poem's meaning, divine, is oft lost to metre, rhythm and rhyme... Have a great weekend.

 

Submitted by Shannan on
Hi Archie. I don't swear in public, so, No, I'd never say that. Frustratingly, misinterpretation was a huge problem I had when I lived in England and now on this site too. In all honesty, please save your blood pressure and don't read my stuff. I have an impressive CV myself, if very dissimilar to yours; although I was informed 10 years after a performance of Shakespeare, by a person who was in the audience at the time, that my performance was still burned in her mind as incredible; which made me feel very happy and humbled. I apologise for mistakenly offending you, or anyone who reads this, that was not my intention. The poem was inspired by some disheartening poems in a book of 'modern' English poetry bought for me by a friend in England; where the poems were nowhere near the league of poets you refer to. Personally, I find everything has beauty and purpose when in the right context, time, place and culture. Once again, sorry you felt offended and felt the need to attack. It's true, I am a human being and am ignorant in many things. Nevertheless, I do believe it's a good thing you are not a teacher; the learners would totally stress out your soul! All the very best with your performances. Shannan PS... I am sad your reply didn't rhyme like mine; but your dramatic irony made me LAUGH OUT LOUD! Thanks for that.... (Just an after thought... surely you are familiar with Satre, Camus, existentialism, absurdism etc... and are aware that words themselves have NO intrinsic meaning, that everything about them is constructed, all mere rearrangements of letters representing sounds... humans individually create their own meanings, by their own choice...)