Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

There Was a Time

There was a time when
poetry was poetry...if
that makes sense; I mean,
there was a reason for
writing beyond the writing;
and those tools of rhythm
and rhyme, transcended
words, and were divinely 
transcribed to bring out 
a greater revelation
of spirit and soul--

and, at the least, poetry
was for the young, romantic
heart, to feel wonderfully
young and romantic…
and for the old romantic heart, 
to never
feel quite
so old….

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Kim Rodrigues February 5, 2020 at 2:35 PM I helped 2 grandsons memorize a couple lines from Shakespeare. The older one a bit resistant but it doesn’t hurt. “I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows” A bit of rhythm and rhyme, imagery and whimsy...why not?! Joseph P. DiMino February 5, 2020 at 2:41 PM Love it! Grandmother! No! I don't believe it:) My wife has taught music and art on all levels of education. When she was little her mother did everything under the sun to make her study piano. It was a battle. But it was the right thing to do. Blessings my friend!

Darlene De Beaulieu February 5, 2020 at 2:13 PM Hello Joe DiMino,in the past that was how poetry was. Yet today i feel that poetry is for everybody yo enjoy and create. have a nice day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu February 5, 2020 at 6:16 PM Hello Joe DiMino, yes i agree some should put effort into what they say the language the young ones uses makes me want to scream as well. I feel the same way as you about this. Have a nice evening my friend. Joseph P. DiMino February 5, 2020 at 2:36 PM I hear you, Darlene. I just wish some would be, perhaps, a little less easily satisfied, to put more effort into what they do and say. But I am a dinosaur. To me (but what do I know?), too many people today seem lazy and sloppy--poetry, music, and manners--more garbage than usable product. Difficult for me when I go out and see how young men and women treat one another. The language...eek! Happy I am now down in the short rows of life.