What Is Poetry?A Poem by Electric FascinationBecause I often wonder, who are you, to tell me what poetry is?My poetry, my writing You call it nothing but Fragmented stories You are wrong Small-minded conventionality Can’t look into meaning This poem doesn’t rhyme Yet still I call it A poem Do you notice any Rhythm in my words? Precision in my pen’s step Carefully ‘cross the page? No you don’t But would you like Me to try? I’ll rhyme a thousand words If only you could see What puts purpose in my hands To pen these lines so dear to me. I’ll write much of rhythm Yes, of rhythm I will write. I’ll tell you ‘bout my pain-filled days Or of the cuckoo’s flight. Now this is what you call True, original poetry Yet it means nothing Much to me. What is poetry then? Perhaps it is nothing But fragmented Short stories. But do these stories Have meaning? Are they art? Artful words Which serve a purpose Orchestrated together In such a way That I call poetry. One day I’ll let you know That these words I read you Are mine Every night These tales I disguise As another’s You ridicule, scorn as the day is long If this is what you truly think, Then think you must. Ignorance may or not be bliss, Either way indifferent I’ll stay One day I’ll show you This very so-called poem. I’ll hope you don’t crush it Into little dusty shards As you’ve done to my heart Time-to-time. © 2010 Electric FascinationReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 26, 2010 Last Updated on May 26, 2010 AuthorElectric FascinationNJAboutWriting is second-nature to me, but I haven't done in it so long I feel its going to slip away. I have been told that I have a talent, but sometimes I don't have time, or just can't find inspiration. .. more..Writing
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