One Man's Mansion

Much of our poetry has the very best manners, but no character. - Thoreau

sometimes there are no words with which to rhyme

tears and joy have little to whisper or tell

other times assonance has no choice but to clear its longing throat

emotions spill in felt enjambment

feelings dance in a high heeled scansion

a tuxedeoed iambic pentameter its weary partner

turning a lonely poet's shack into an extravagant abode high up on a hill

loosed entanglements amidst tethered liberations

thoughts of biblical and epic proportion singing out in a forced march of intention

running barefoot, unencumbered through fields of tall grass

swimming naked in once deep, frozen kettles

until eternity is felt in the here and now

as wordplay jingles loose change in once empty pockets

and a prodigal yesterday returns home on winds of tomorrow

in the shadow of a swollen tide

slapping rocks across the face with a white glove in retribution for an invitation never received

Author's Note

"There is no doubt that the loftiest written wisdom is either rhymed or in some way musically measured,--is, in form as well as substance, poetry; and a volume which should contain the condensed wisdom of mankind need not have one rhythmless line." - Thoreau

Reviews

[willweb]

The poem, the song, both rock loudly. Your words are very cool my friend and you already know my love for Zep. One thing though...in your poem, "Fields of tall grass" instantly took me to "Spill the Wine" by Eric Burden Pretty damn cool.

[Pete]

i love burden and war and have used that song with other writes. as always thanks for taking the time and sharing. it's okay to spill wine for the right reasons ... :)