A Choka of cliches. Love it! Poets are powerful. We can turn anything into anything. Nothing into something with poetic alchemy. Although, I'm glad you aren't my coach. My imagination is alive!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I would not be much of a coach...
thank you, Bill,
j.
I love all of these J. My fav is the one about imagination which is usually short lived and will eventually leave your notions and die....a poem is everlasting throughout time, whether or not it is always read; themes come and go depending on creativity of the writer.....themes change with new ideas....it doesn't matter whether you are an ugly poet or a beautiful poet, you will be remembered as you are....
Best, B
I like the Senryu format. Like a prize fighter, you have to get off the best punch you can and make it count. These count. I especially like the second one, dredging up the memories before they an vanish into thin air and making them into something so solid that the masses (or just one person) can identify. You do this time and time again with your writing. You are so rock solid.
We poets, turn bad memories into beautiful words, wave our pen into droplets of wisdom and imaginative colorful metaphors, even if we hide our meaningful sorrow, we our our own seedling, growing and gets tougher in every way our words meant....
Dear J, I love that you are penning senryus. I do think they can say so much in 17 syllables and pack a punch with it as well. All four of yours with the theme of poetry have understanding to a fellow poet. Your fourth is my favourite. Finding beauty in the mundane and ugly is a gift.
Again Jacob, you excel at explaining poetry to poets who wish they could explain the inexplicable as well as you do.
Turning ugly to beautiful stored in memory is a great line. 😊
Perspective and opinion dictate philosophy I presume. The older I get the less I'm sure of anything. Life was easier when I was a teenager and knew everything. Now, I depend more on faith than knowledge and more on imagination than substance. It's not to say that reality has been displaced but it has fallen under skeptical and careful scrutiny with the passing of my years. So here I stand among the dead weeds. But to my eye they are Elysian fields ripe with golden grain. Perhaps I'm only turning the "ugly to beautiful" to save as memory will allow. It allows less and less these days. These were most interesting, intriguing and evocative. I enjoyed. F.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Same with me about being less sure.
Thank you for your kind review, Fabian,
j.
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..