visuals in verse strip-lit ideas along ley lines rhymes seasoned to taste melodious metres that pulse quickening a tick-tock lexicon diction wormed away with sound skaters on figures of speech or drydocked in dictionaries when poems fail to sail us listeners ashore ii but first... squeezed between push and pull come the first drops that inspire inking the blank sheet tracing prosody from the predeceased Lest we become poetasters we trail in sonnets, follow along rhymester routes learn customs cut in sandstone steps all by heart. Then up there yodelling over the valleys over and over till the voice comes echoing back as our own
* A poem that explains the “art of poetry”
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I love it, and to me, it explains the force of poetry as our voice… let us all be poetasters
a lovely word that seems to suggest dining out on poems but it is actually derogatory -applied to bad or inferior poets. Hence we needs must follow in the steps of the masters and learn the rules first!
This is absolutely exquisite! I love the idea of trailing in sonnets.. and learning customs cut in sandstone steps… this is exactly the kind of poem I needed to read tonight, Laura. ❤️❤️❤️
thank you Sanaa – was not sure it came right for me but it grew!
I love the process from the push and pull, rhymes seasoned to taste, to the yodelling over the valleys. Hopefully its our own unique voice that we hear.
thank you Grace – it is the ultimate struggle for poets to find their own but dVerse is a good place to yodel!
A wonderful “ars poetica” Laura. I love the trailing in sonnets, learning to rhyme. . .till finally “the voice comes echoing back as our own.” 💙
its quite a process we follow Merril until we hear ourselves in poetry
It is indeed, Laura. Well done!
Laura this is a keeper, so fluid and deft. About the poem writing, I was lucky to stumble in to dVerse and taken under their kindly wing. Really like your “pointing at the moon” in the first stanza of part ii.
many thanks Lisa – and I totally agree about dVerse – safe and supportive like the wing of a chicken or an angel!!
You have so many great metaphors in your poem. I love the idea of poets yodeling from the mountain tops, hoping to hear their echo!
yes I went a bit overboard on the metaphors – sometimes they just come tumbling out – thanks Dwight
I love it! That is the way it should be!
Skaters on figures of speech…(figure 8s of infinity immediately come to mind) (K)
definitely K – after a few tumbles!
gorgeous! I was swept away in this, and still smiling at those echoes! 👏👏
thanks Tricia for being swept 😉
A pleasure! ♥️🌹♥️
A master poet once told me that it takes decades to learn how to write one’s poetry, and I hope I’ll live long enough to find out. This poem reckons the work and its difficulties and follows the heart up the steps to where we hear something finally familiar. Well said. – Brendan
that’s encouraging Brendan – thank you – I guess its not so much finding as revealing what is already there but overlaid under baggage etc
The art that is poetry … a million times over!! Well done.
thank you for that lovely comment Helen x
*The truth has been spoken* Thanks for sharing this brilliant poem, Laura!
thank you for your appreciation
You have such a way with words. I especially love this description…”quickening a tick-tock lexicon/diction wormed away with sound”. How true that our voice can be hidden under the process.
thank you Mish – I always enjoy word play but revealing the voice is another matter
We have to admit, we love the classic forms of poems like sonnets, triolets, canzone etc. For us poems need a special rhythm. We see a lot of ‘poems’ in the net just like words written in lines.
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so many styles for different tastes I find meter and imagery are what captures me
Wonderful, Laura. So many nice phrases – rhymes seasoned to taste, skaters on figures of speech. You squeezed between push and pull and came up with something delightful. The last line (from “Then up”) is true of most any art, isn’t it? Or even life itself.
thank you for all your appreciation – and yes surely it is true of life hence our adolescent rebellious phase yet still we can struggle to speak with our authentic voice
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