The Language of Poetry
I don’t know
that poetry has a language
before written?
I think not:
Sort of like
trying to capture
a moonbeam,
by some mystic attraction
bending it our way
with no guarantee
whether absorption
or fly-by--
a writer
like a big sponge
when juices flowing
the weight of creation
pressing down
squeezing out
till a steady squirt...
I mean, I may
sit down to write
with an idea in mind,
or urge or itch
some place which
I proceed to scratch
till the page erupts
like a bloody pimple….
Can poetry be taught?
Maybe the basics
like a pan and spoon
for the future cook
or a helpful saddle
for the would-be jockey,
but with brave
unbridled poetry
more like grasping
a wild Mount’s mane
holding on for life
hoping to end up
if too perilous a place
with, at the least,
a sane way back….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019
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