Paloma P Poet Free verse

More Grandiose Than Poetry

What be more grandiose than poetry,

     expound at your own discretion,

   bottle sunshine, save it in a jar,

    tie an affectionate knot, spread it 'round

     flood desert mirages with flowing spirits,

speaks kindly and murderously about love,

  can tempt winds to uncoil temptation's gist 

thrust upon or written asunder desperation

    relentless in its seizing of human behavior, 

magnifying moonbeams or star's decimation

    perfumed magnolias 'neath winter's cruelty,

  call of the wild midst sweetness of fresh rhubarb pie,

infinitely vast in its incalculable grasp of predication, 

  beyond limitless infrastructures' fancied significance

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Lim'Rik Flats November 8, 2016 at 8:51 PM Been hovering over this one for some time , contemplating the full range of options "poetry" presents. From manna to excrement the creative puts self first, waits to see how the non-self reacts. Doesn't matter, the last best flush equalizes all, least ways that's my projection. Pretty grandiose thinking, eh? I'm thrilled to consume flowery and mind boggling even while I contribute compost. Regardless of the flufflations discussed, the matter is subjective. Good stuffs! MORE, MORE!

Paloma P October 12, 2016 at 7:21 AM I have been told numerous times my poetry is 'too flowery' but that's my style, I can't seem to write any other way. The heart of the poem is purely poetry. Thanks for taking the time Ian.

Anthony Mark October 11, 2016 at 12:15 AM You have grandiose words sat within grandiose lines, yet I feel the heart of the poem is missing , It's a read that engages the reader to marvel at the metaphores, ...and not fully engage with the poem itself.......well done ...Ian Paloma P October 12, 2016 at 7:22 AM I have been told numerous times my poetry is 'too flowery' but that's my style, I can't seem to write any other way. The heart of the poem is purely poetry. Thanks for taking the time Ian.

Joseph P. DiMino October 10, 2016 at 6:09 PM For sure--next to God, Poetry is my god! Love it!! Paloma P October 10, 2016 at 6:15 PM Now that's a religion I can believe in, it'll never fail you! Thanks a million Joe.

Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper October 10, 2016 at 4:59 PM I like the contrasts you use here..."kindly and murderously about love", "flood desert mirages", "perfumed magnolias to winter's cruelty". I attempt this where I can in my poetry...but you did it quite well here with such grace...good job today! MC Paloma P October 10, 2016 at 5:13 PM Thanks, I try. :) Much appreciate your attentiveness. So, what are you doing in Asia?

Chris Green October 10, 2016 at 4:57 PM Poetry is the elixir that intoxicates the soul as I feel quite tipsy now after reading this wonderfully descriptive work of art. Not the biggest fan of rhubarb pie, but with enough whipped cream on top, I'll eat just about anything. :) This is stunning Paloma, a real treat for the eyes and the mind. Poetry is exactly that (see above) Paloma P October 10, 2016 at 5:12 PM Your response is grandiose, now you've made me high, thanks a bunch Chris!