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Verse Has a Voice
“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning
well, poetry is just the ash.”--Leonard Cohen
Poetry burrows its way into everything,
into song lyrics,
blues chords,
sax riffs,
dance moves,
garish graffiti on bare brick,
the guts of good prose,
the fabric of politics,
the swoon of sermons,
digital recordings sent by NASA,
thrust into the evermore, endeavoring
to communicate with what’s out there,
into the overlapping dimensional shifts
of my dreams and my several lives.
It definitely is
scatological
sensual
pathos
bathos
crocodile tears,
heartaches
seminal joys
the seasons
birdsong
blood
tirades
touch
beat-downs
defenses
injustices
liberty, freedom, heroic, macabre, absurd,
humorous, heartbreaking, bolstering, reconstruction
and nostalgic.
It
flies, crawls, stumbles, struts, leaps, somersaults,
races, stalls, skips, taps,
and gyrates its hips.
Often it can
exhilarate, depress, uplift, confuse, illuminate,
stimulate, explicate, dampen, perplex
or justify.
It is capable of screaming, whispering, lecturing,
cajoling, alienating, hugging, bitch-slapping, raping,
making love, assaulting, cuddling, defining, strangling
or holding at arm’s length,
but thank the gods it also
french kisses, shrimps, gets on top, crosses its arms,
unsnaps its bra and shows its breasts, flashes
its butt, performs in every imaginable position,
and wraps its long legs passionately
around our muscular backs.
I find it to be
my constant companion,
my counselor,
my guide,
my matron,
my lover,
my voice,
and sometimes I fear
it is hermaphroditic,
both
my master
and my mistress.
Glenn Buttkus
July 2012.
Posted over at dVerse Poets
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22 comments:
smiles..it is all that...esp. like the french kisses and shrimps stanza and great quote by cohen to start this with... there's a lot of ash eh...which is a good sign..smiles
nice...love the ski slope bit there sir...it adds movement beyond that which your words engender....both my master and my mistress...yeas she surely is....
very good, it can indeed be the master
And that's what I call a working relationship! Good poem.
Such a powerful way of putting it, but so aptly put. Powerful word: poetry...much like love. So many things! I love it!
Phew, I'm exhausted.
Quite a ride.
Yes indeed.
"my lover,
my voice,
and sometimes I fear
it is hermaphroditic,
both
my master
and my mistress"
The lines two lines are spot on.
I think you nailed it... and I love it. Poetry is all that. I really like the visual effect, too, Glenn.
LOVE THIS LINE
Poetry burrows its way into everything,
AND ALSO "AROUND OUR MUSCULAR BACKS" I THINK IT WAS
NICE!
Nice.
It is all this in the words and grammar of life and so much more mystery breathing just between the lines.
Its Neruda Hafiz on Facebook.
Like. Burning for the sensuous in Idaho.--David
The length and breadth of it, I'd say- love the sensual and sensuous references. It does all of that for me as well. Thanks Glenn. Much appreciated
I love it visually! I loved how you used many words to describe poetry since poetry is many things.
THIS is the passion...THIS is the desire...for those in my real world circles it happens to be regarded as pure insanity...and I love it even more because of that. Hat's off to you on this one Poet..it's a virtual fist-pump and then some!
From the Leonard Cohen quote onward until the thrilling end this was a sehr groovy, ride, brother, and one I loved every word of. Peace
I find myself writing poetry in my head when I shouldn't because as you said it is in everything! I just pray nobody asks me what I'm thinking.
I like this a lot. It speaks to the muse of all arts.
Paul
This gives it as it is brilliant
sax riffs,
dance moves,
garish graffiti on bare brick,
the guts of good prose,
The first - but definitely not the last - lines to wow me!
This was like a bit of chaos all tied together and made sense of - just like poetry.
loved this....
Verse - I think you managed to pin it down quite well while taking it for quite a ride. I know I enjoyed the ride.
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