What Mystery Has Poesy

The Swarthy Bard

 

What mystery has Poesy?
What purpose has its measured art?
Why ask, “To be or not to be?”--
when tragedy assails the heart?

 

What destiny has the Poet?
What future wonders wait for him?
How best do his verses show it
when other’s light become more dim?

 

These hidden lines from cryptic Rime
have kept the mysteries that bind
(which seal for all of arcane time)
to be of enigmatic kind.

 

These questions of old, ancient Time
have plagued unwitting, darkened minds:
what won’t be known in double rhyme
will show itself in what Man finds.

  • Author: The Swarthy Bard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2019 04:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: Cryptic poesy, a mystery contained in a riddle wrapped inside an enigma.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments1

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    THANKS TSB ~ for a fine POEM on POETRY !
    Here is my Poetic Ripost ~ OK

    POETRY has licence ~ Poetry is COOL
    PROSE has to be factual
    And obey all the ROOL

    Poetry is AURAL ~ something to recite
    While walkin* through the Jungle
    Or round the FIRE at Night

    Poetry allows us to be in BOLD SO EMPHATIC
    I can include a hiden message
    BOLD ~ COLD ~ ENIGMATIC

    I was born in LIVERPOOL we has Aural Tradition
    WE spoke DOUBLE ENTENDRE to show our erudition !
    Our insults were ephemeral ~ blowing on the wind
    Not written down to make you feel your reputation skinned !

    The moving hand doth write
    BUT if it is NOT written
    BUT only thought with Aural VERSE
    You can recite ~ but cant be smitten !

    So if I want to castigate
    And censure with a frown
    I resort to AURAL POETRY
    AND NEVER WRITE IT DOWN !

    Round the CAMP FIRE we composed 100's of verses of Poetry but NEVER wrote it down or recorded it ~ we just let it blow in the WIND. That is the beauty of spontaneous Aural Poetry let it blow in the WIND and it never comes back to haunt you. From an early age in Liverpool we were trained & tutored to think and speak in meter & rhyme ~ OK

    Blessings & Peace & Joy
    Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡

    • The Swarthy Bard

      Thank you, ANGELA & BRIAN, for the compliment and for the "ripost." It was indeed musical and "aural."

      ~TSB (The Swarthy Bard)



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