Mere prose can be quite beautiful! Its writers get my praise,
With rhythm, grace, and clarity, leave readers in a daze,
It too, can make a reader think, bring joy or tear the eye,
But when is prose so musical its chords match butterfly?
To memorize prose words is work, you doubt it? Ask a child!
While music cuts an instant groove, domesticates the wild,
The ancient world hears Bible sung; it's an exacting art,
While Bibles we translate in prose miss some part of the heart.
While Gettysburg address is great, it never will be sung,
And revolutions come and go, they never will be rung!
A poem uses lover's ways (and flirts with love's disguise,)
A poem's truth tests bounds of heart, the wisdom in our eyes!
Brian Johnston
3rd of June, 2018
Poet's Notes:
The writing of a poem is such an exciting process. I was on a neighborhood hike without any recording device when the last two lines of this poem popped into my head. I usually work from a title. What fun!
Categories:
domesticates, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Land to the Tiller
Cracked and clef soil of tolerated native mother
Beaten halo, attacked by the sun
Being friend and enemy to the end
Monsoon rain drops cried tears
Beyond of measure of sufferings keep in heart
Obeying to nature of god the body always brooks
Courageous mind and crooked back life domesticates
Keeping the dream of the beauty and smell of rose
Barren soil turning into fertile
Making dug well wetted over the land
Reaping seeds beget color of green
Mother of native attests through the centuries in time
By the history, for the people
Hostage curse is inherited
By the heart, for own future
To struggle of unjust is unavoidable
Righteous reality locking by suppression
Release of violence guides the admission
Ceaseless hope of legacy with permission
Though dark, for light dawn of full moon
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
domesticates, people, political,
Form: Classicism