When people look at paintings where,
They don’t recognise the form,
The thought that comes from in them says;
“But is this really art?”
Can they not see the idea that
The artist tries to show?
Why don’t they open up their minds
And think of what they see.
So when I write words on the page
That neither rhyme nor scan
The thought may therefore come to some
“But is it poetry?”
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I think that about my own writing. Not knowing what poetry really is, but we may have something to learn.
Thank you 2781. We are learning all the while, if we ever reach perfection for what do we aim.
Andy
Well, yes, I think it is poetry, writing or not, or having those iambic thingys or not (pentameters) - whatever they are?!
But I get lost in poems that are too cryptic.
Am I too, too cryptic haha... I'mma ask Fido!
Doh, it's dull old me probably. I don't follow some cryptic poems. Fido understands every word of course. lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Well of course and I have this with both my poetry and my art - especially my abstracts.
So true Michael and as you know I can see so much in abstract art.
Andy
What you have Andy, is a matter you wish to convey, utilising, broadly a poetic form.
(Define 'Poetry', please...)
Thank you Dave.
The definition of poetry is so obtuse.
Andy
Then the terminology is totally redundant, Andy. Impossible to use with any authority.
Never mind - pins which stir me up are what keep me going....😇
Why there is this response is a natural human thing and observably applies to all categories of art and outside thereof. Funny that.
It sure is cb.
Andy
I have often asked myself this same question, Im sure we all have at some point,
True works of art and poetry is from the heart, meaningful and full of inspiration and emotion
In my opinion as long as we enjoy writing it and others enjoy reading our work, then it doesn't matter if it rhymes or not
So very true, art and poetry come from the heart.
Andy
it is to me, my friend
a Most, cherished
Poetry!
an inked river of life-affirming
positivity and wisdom
to drink from, and grow
and grow
(I read and heed)
thank you!
for choosing to share, dear Poet
So kind Mek, thank you.
Andy
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