Painting by Jackson Pollock
To Be A Poet
“Wine is bottled poetry”--
Robert Lewis Stevenson
To be a poet
is to be a cipher, a
witness, a judge, an
artist, a lover, or a
malcontent--the one who sees.
There are as many varied themes for poetry
as there are hobbies, interests, politics,
tragedies and celebrations; a plethora of
possibilities.
“If you have some heavy lifting to do, bring in
the poets.”
Since I was a teenager, as soon as I was introduced
to the free verse of Walt Whitman & the scatological
energy of Ginsberg, poetry became my favorite form
of communication.
First leap from the nest
tests new wings, answers the call
of soul, of nature.
Poets in foxholes have shared the horrors of war
much more clearly than novelists or reporters. Poets
amidst revolutions write the anthems,, the mantras,
the slogans and the manifestos. Poets in love, or
lust, can find the words to woo, to seduce, and to
lust, can find the words to woo, to seduce, and to
touch potential partners & future readers.
Personally, I adore our community of poetics, our
sweet family, spread out across the globe, enjoying
the fellowship, the sharing, and the challenge of
trying out new and classic forms.
Pigeons and crows share
the great maple next door, and they
have weaved armistice.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub--Haibun
18 comments:
Bravo! Love the analogies you draw in this, Glenn. So glad you joined it!
Send those pigeons and crows to Washington,D.C., please!
I like the armistice between pigeons and crows and the advice to use poets for the heavy lifting.
I like your haiku (plural)!
Let's all share poems everywhere, smiles ~ Love your quotes, and the various ways poets have sweeten our lives ~ Cheers ~
"Poets amidst revolutions write the anthems,, the mantras,the slogans and the manifestos." Wonderful, Glenn. I know I had never even considered that
I'm so pleased to see you back on form, Glenn! I enjoyed your haibun, especially the autobiographical part and the haiku.
How gifted you are - piecing together quotation and anecdotes. Love this.
Bravo, Glenn! Good to read you again...great haiku and tribute to community of poets.
Indeed!Just the mere presence of poetry during all seasons of whatever kind, is a kinder, gentler way of dealing with battles. Glad to see you here, Glen.
Great post! The poem says it all. Let the poets do the heavy hitting in society!!
I liked the insight writing as well. Very true Perspective for most is Truth!
Dwight
Oh sooooooo good to have you back, Glenn! Loving your words on poets here....and that final haiku is just perfect!
I once took a class on Whitman (well....I didn't finish it), online with the Univ of Iowa Writing Workshop and it began with Whitman's writing, witness to war. Amazing images and words.
And oh yes...........pigeons and wrens, and doves, and peacocks, and plumed of every-kind folks.....dverse is a joyful place!
I love this... as much as I love the community... just wish I could learn even more... to read even more... but that's what the community does... make me inspired to write even more.
Glenn, I'm so glad to see you--it's been a while. I hope you are feeling better. I enjoyed the structure you gave your "unorthodox" haibun and agree--love this community.
"Pigeons and crows ... have weaved armistice." LOL! I wish we all could pull off that trick.
Good to see you back, Glenn! And with such a motivational poem. Clearly I too am partial to poetry as a form of communication but also superior to all other modes as it communicates irrefutable truth. Love the family:) And scatalogical -- so good. You make that up?
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You wrote thus about a decade ago, ias a comment to a poem I wrote entitled "Sneakin' Up On Breakfast". It lives as one of tge coolest comments I ever received.
"This piece thumps and bumps
and shakes its ass, Rob,
written from the gut, and
rife with gems of recall from
the poet who was there. It
is like Raymond Chandler
meets Dashell Hammett for
a beer and a bump at the
Gladiator across the sticky
table from Larry Levi, where
even Scorsese could dream
of plots, and Paul Schrader
would bullshit with you until
dawn, where Ledbelly drops
in just before the sun and his
six string heralds the events
to come. I like the line
/steel-heart working girls/
for those ladies still stroll in
the subterranean streets midst
most of our souls."
Hope you're doing well. I had stopped writing, sidelined by health for a number of years, but my new Pacemaker has me on the keyboards again occasionally, but a bit more casual. Doing a lot of digging into my vault of old writes, doing some revising, and just reading and remembering. I have even had a few sparks of creativity. Birthed a few worthwhile new poems, but my meds and my worn out mind&body don't allow me to churn like I used to... but I am alive, and I got to see my first grandchild born. The wonders of medical technology. Just wanted to say - hey... ✌🏼
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