Now Those Were Poetry
Not certain that poetry
should be described as
much as written – I mean,
to write about a star,
is one thing...but to absorb
and likely radiate seems the
brighter reason for Light;
myself feeling that we are
better a-lined with creation
when less fanfare and greater
in the art of becoming – (no
poet writes poetry...but writes
in a way prompting the reader
to exclaim: Now that’s
poetry!)
I mean, does a rose
need read some other blossom
before its own singularity?
And surely a dramatic sky
and awe inspiring mountain
summit, knew how before
mixing pigments, counting grains,
measuring real-estate, then
estimating a proper footing –
other than for inspiration
needing no prior thought as
to what came first or if solid
foundations must be ascribed
before additions made –
accepting as fact, that we
are somehow all linked, and
each builds upon the surface of
a wondrous other…
thus poetry should
be simple, spontaneous…
which has nothing to do with
lack of complexity, or the long
and often tedious dedication
going into works –
I say only that poetry
should not be strained...
which is what happens
when lacking truth, and needing
excess filling or stretching if to
be recognized.
Excluding
grand-dad’s fish tales – Now
those were
Poetry!
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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