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Thom Pearson Poem
In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command the stage.
Each stanza unfurls, and tales are told,
With rhymes and cadence, stories unfold.
With patience and care, I craft each line,
A tapestry of words, finely entwined.
For I'm a poet of days long gone,
Where verses sang in harmonious song.
A sonnet, a ballad, a villanelle's grace,
These classic forms, my heart does embrace.
I seek inspiration in nature's sweet hold,
Leaves whisper secrets, the moonlight unfolds.
Through meadows I wander, along the shore,
Imbibing the beauty that stirs my core.
With wild imagination, my soul takes flight,
Crafting verses to bring solace and light.
For in the old-fashioned lies timeless charm,
An elegance, a refuge from all world's harm.
Let the world revel in its modern sway,
I'll honour tradition, come what may.
For in rhymes and rhythm, my heart finds bliss,
As an old-fashioned poet, I will persist.
In each couplet, a story unfurls,
A symphony of words, treasures and pearls.
With every stanza, a world comes alive,
Where this old-fashioned poet can thrive.
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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with versatile wiles.
No longer bound by rigid rhymes and beats,
I explore uncharted realms, a daring feat.
Free-flowing, experimental, unconventional art,
Breaking boundaries, igniting a vibrant spark.
I paint with words upon a canvas of thoughts,
Fragmented expressions, in abstract knots.
Rhythm pulses and beats echoing my soul,
Syncopated verses and harmonies unfold.
Inspiration thrives amidst the urban sprawl,
Concrete jungles where dreams rise and fall.
A symphony of voices, the city's vibrant pulse,
A cacophony of chaos, where meanings convulse.
Delving into the depths of human strife,
Unveiling truths that challenge our life.
The complexities of existence, raw and real,
Revealing scars, wounds that will never heal.
Amidst the noise and dissonance of days,
I seek solace in silence, tranquil arrays.
Carving moments of stillness, serene and profound,
Whispers of truth in simplicity abound.
For in this modern era, poetry evolves,
Adapting, reinventing as the world revolves.
I, as a poet, embrace the winds of change,
Innovate, create, never be estranged.
So let the old meet the new in fusion complete,
Wandering realms, my words poised to greet.
In the vast expanse of poetic expression,
I find my voice, my essence... My confession.
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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I find my solace, my sanctuary. My words flow unencumbered, liberated from the constraints of syllabic patterns and predictable cadences.
I weave my tapestry of thoughts and emotions in a symphony of language, where rhythm emerges from the ebb and flow of ideas. Each sentence dances to its own melody, painting vivid images upon the canvas of imagination. There is no predetermined structure to confine my thoughts; they wander freely, exploring the depths of human experience.
Inspiration finds me in the subtlest of moments, when the world whispers its secrets in hushed tones. I am captivated by the delicate dance of sunlight upon dew-kissed petals, by the ethereal stillness of a moonlit night. Nature, with all its wonders and mysteries, becomes my muse as I wander in meadows and traverse the shores of my own consciousness.
Imagination becomes my compass as I embark on flights of fancy, unearthing hidden truths and breathing life into the intangible. I am the architect of worlds, the weaver of dreams. With each written word, I conjure realms of beauty and chaos, of joy and sorrow, bridging the gap between reality and the realms of the unseen.
In this realm of unstructured verse, I find a refuge from the clamour of the modern world. Here, time stands still, and the weight of expectation dissipates. I embrace the elegance of the old-fashioned, where sentiment is expressed with grace, and meaning is derived from the subtleties of language.
Through this medium, I seek to illuminate the world, to celebrate the beauty of raw expression. In each sentence, a story unfolds, a myriad of emotions intermingling. I surrender to the currents of inspiration, allowing them to guide me as I navigate this vast expanse of untamed verse.
I am also a prose poet, unbound by the constraints of rhyme, embracing the fluidity of language.
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Copyright © Thom Pearson | Year Posted 2024
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