What Poetry is All About

FredPeyer

To be a poet is arduous

To be a good poet even tougher

Occasionally catching

Thoughts rising from

The sludge of our minds

In no particular order

Gutting them like fresh fish

Staring at the raw ideas

Adding salt and pepper

Dressing them up in

Fancy clothing

To show them off

In black on white

A new-born baby set free

Into a cruel and dangerous world

Forever uncertain but hoping

That critics who themselves

Never write anything original

Will understand eventually

What poetry is all about

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2020 13:05
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  • myself and me

    sorry, I have no answer for your tough question, but glad to see you back.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks m&m,
      I try to be back every so often. Hopefully in a few months I will have more time.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fred.

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Orchie!

      • Clara

        Very true. But in order to live, one must be set free to face the world. You never know, what you might see. It may be beautiful afterall. Great work.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Clara,
          you are so right! It is a beautiful world.

        • Michael Edwards

          Great wite - good to your name again Fred.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks Michael,
            am glad you are still at it as well!

          • dusk arising

            Wow Fred, there's a lot in there of my spilled emotion whilst i write.

            Recently i was told by a young man what poetry was all about because he had been taught the facts he recounted by a published poet.

            Oh go away with your lecturing script i thought for my poetry is whatever pours out from my soul.

            One day i may publish online and be damned if i care what you think yet another day dawns to find me trying to sculpt a finery of words seeking praise from those i respect.

            Do I understand what is poetry about... i don't know if i do.... i'm just caught up in it's spell.

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks d a,
              what a great comment. Thank you very much. Poetry is like a woman. If you love her you don't need to understand her. 🙂

            • Goldfinch60

              Indeed Fred, what is poetry about. Yes there are rules for specific types of poetry but all poetry comes from the heart and the heart does not follow any rules. Our words are feelings onto paper and rules are not necessary.
              Good thoughtful write.

              Andy

              • FredPeyer

                Thank you Andy,
                and what you say shows in all your writings!



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