Ars Poetica
By Silver Spun Sand
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I almost feel as if
I physically gave birth
to you, and,
of a fashion,
I did...
a rubbish bin
brimful with abortive
attempts to record,
for posterity,
the thoughts –
fill my head.
Seek out those
who would pause –
take time to read
your protestations...
And in those first,
tentative steps,
tread softly
the hidden labyrinths
of the mind.
Air, fire, water,
earth and love,
these and these alone
the language
through which
you breathe;
like a stream
deep underground
the sound
of hot clay
its language
its endlessness
its sonnet...
its blue sky day.
The key to poetry
is not the written word
but the silence between
each line, stanza,
simile or metaphor
unuttered echoes
that gently move
the soul, as waves
lap the shore,
with solitary
innuendos.
And let it be said for eternity
as it has been said before,
‘In times when nothing stood,
but worsened, or grew strange
there was one common good –
you did not change’. Philip Larkin
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'The key to poetry is not the
'The key to poetry is not the written word but the silence between each line, stanza, simile or metaphor ...', I loved that. And the next stanza is my favourite here. I find myself thinking between the lines.
Lovely.
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Yes, you're very right about
Yes, you're very right about the silence between lines. It's what makes poetry itself. Far too much noise in prose, sometimes.
Very good
Rob
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This appealed to me
This appealed to me personally, Tina. My poetry can't lose its flurry. This poem is a lesson in itself. You're so right about its silence. Hearing yourself. Or some - thing - thinking back at you. Spaces between words. Going spare. Mind feeding stuff. I'm jealous of your words.
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Tina, this is absolutely
Tina, this is absolutely fantastic. I cannot believe that yours is "a rubbish bin brimful with abortive attempts". Your imagination is so fecund that I have come to think of you as the Agatha Christie of poetry.
The penultimate stanza is superb.
Luigi xxx
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Very beautiful Tina, and you
Very beautiful Tina, and you cover a lot of tears and life with such a dash of creative phrases, as the "silence between the lines."
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Thank you too, Tina. You also
Thank you too, Tina. You also share such a love of writing poetry. The joy of squeezing so much between the lines, as well as provide a reason for the poem is awesome. My wife doesn't write poetry, she paints life with her faith and her caring for others -- hey, I sense a poem here, eh? Happy Christmas moments. ps. here is a challenge -- you begin a poem with one stanza -- send it to me and I'll return a stanza, until we each contribute three stanzas each. The byline can be T-R.
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Tina, I didn't know where to
Tina, I didn't know where to begin because I am so behind but I am so glad I picked this one. Ars Poetica was that Ovid? Anyway, I found the silence between the lines in this poem really spoke to me but then again, so did your words. The structure was excellent too.
Loved it and I am just going back to the top to read it again.
Moya
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Yep, just re-read it and
Yep, just re-read it and still feel the same. This is not good poetry; this is great poetry. I'm surprised it didn't get pick of the day or poem of the week or whatever it takes to get a golden cherry. Lovely!
Moya
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