Poetry is not an easy endeavor even for those who have been doing it for years. I see that sameness a lot eve in my own attempts which leaves me frustrated.
To search and find poetry (old or new) that surprises and inspires is like finding some kind of answer even if the excitement wears off. It's sort of like finding out there is always someone out there we haven't found yet that validates the potential in all of us.
I believe the only way to create poetry that is unique and different is to eat as many poems as possible. Those droppings are bound to entertain others as your writing does.
The world we now inhabit certainly seems as if it is:
"... growing towards a gray sky
of monotony
and disciplined sameness."
"Refreshingly old" very nicely characterizes an emerging and fervent inner desire of those capable of remembering; to our Brave New World, of course, this concept is more discredited fantasy.
Here, Jacob, you manage to be profoundly wise and charmingly fanciful.
It is so true. Some things we read, it seems we can't get enough of it and we like to reread often. Others, make us anticipate boredom and monotony. No new fruit on the tree or leaves, no tasty treats! But humans are creative and entertaining to an extent. An excellent write, sir Jacob.
i consume poetry like a koala does
eucalyptus leaves
and i leave extinct specimens
of free verse
as droppings
I love these lines! Speaks to me of a poet thriving on poetry, taking what inspires him, leaving the rest. Struggling against monotony, trying to come up with something refreshingly new. And you did here!
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
and surely not easy to come up with something refreshingly new, that is how it is...
thank yo.. read moreand surely not easy to come up with something refreshingly new, that is how it is...
thank you, DIVYA...appreciate your insight..
j.
Superb writing Jacob, there is certainly a glut of poetry about and one does have to sieve through the rubbish including mine lol to find a gem. There’s a lot of thoughts out there and like most traditional values are fading as well as traditional poets. Maybe time’s are a changing?
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
no rubbish on your end, ever...your poems are always a philosophical joy to read, andrew.
tha.. read moreno rubbish on your end, ever...your poems are always a philosophical joy to read, andrew.
thank you for your words, andrew.
This seems a metaphorical comment on the state of modern poetry and that poetry which can be encountered on this site.
It is true that there is a 'sameness' to much of today's writing; perhaps stemming from a lack of imagination rather than lack of talent. I can relate to the sentiments of this write, Jacob, and being Australian you made me proud with the Koala reference!
I suppose hanging from the branch is the place to stay. You never know when the next eucalyptus gem will come along.
Another fine write, Jacob. And how about those Yanks, huh? Can you smell another World Series?
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, Doodley....
and i am hopeful for the Yanks...but we s.. read morethank you for your kind review, Doodley....
and i am hopeful for the Yanks...but we still have to win another game to get there.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..