does it take a poet to read another
or a poetic soul to catch a glister
do poems fire all we can muster
o'er lines traversing verses light or dire
why do poems keep an inner pyre
poetry dares conspire 'round what we admire
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Nicely said. Your poem revolves around the nature of poetry and its ability to evoke emotion and reflection in both the poet and the reader.
Hey there! Thanks, Friendship. It's a symbiosis of minds and souls. 🙏🕊️
You're welcome
In some ways it does take a poet to know a poet. Well written.
Thanks, Katie B. That's the exact thought where the poem actually started. And the niggling accompanying truth that the greatest misunderstanding of a poem is also found in the mind of another reading poet. But then it gets too complicated to think about. 🙏🕊️
simply put but so effective
Glad of it; thanks Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
Good write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
I believe (haha!) it does. Why? I contribute rhymes to another site (concerned with "addiction"). It`s like talking to a brick wall (for the most part).
Great questions, Arqios.
And we end up writing poems at each turn🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed we do! Why do we keep on keeping on? I guess that "wall of silence" is training us to sharpen our awareness?!
BTW, are you published, Arqios?
Have been anthologised here and there but not canonised with like a solo exhibition ( as if it were a visual artist ). I honestly believe, though that those who are meant to will find you and those that are meant to stay, shall. Perhaps one day. 🙏🏻🕊️
Have been anthologised here and there but not canonised with like a solo exhibition ( as if it were a visual artist ). Perhaps one day. 🙏🏻🕊️
Rik, that idea of an “inner pyre” is what stays with me…that quiet burn beneath the lines. It gives the whole piece its pulse. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It’s an image from childhood, like fiery funerals both on land and floating on water. Also brings to mind Vader’s pyre (was it? in Empire Strikes Back?) Thanks for taking time from your absence to drop a line, Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
My friend you took the very topic that has held me for the past few weeks. At the risk of boring you I will tell you for some time I have been intrigued with what makes a good poem. On another site they offer AI suggestions and a rating scale of overall rating, poetic similarity and images used. I took some of the most famous poems from Dylan Thomas, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare and found they got ratings of between four and five out of ten yet they hold the public imagination and are lauded. I have taken others that have gotten a ten out of ten and they are unknown. A good poem must be read first to be good or it is just that tree that fell in the forest and the question becomes did it make a noise when there was no one there to hear it. I have written poems with one intent and had them interpretated in different ways that people said was inspiring. I question was it me or they that made it inspiriting. I think that it takes a combination of the writer and reader and the readiness of the one interpreting the piece. Sorry for the rant my friend. My most popular poems on this site and read the most frequently are not the ones that I would have thought or chosen myself.
Not at all! I remember asking myself in intellectual rebellion, “why them?” Shakespeare in particular and dove into Boccaccio instead only coming back to Avon years later and reconciling with William. I didn’t want to be gaslighted and forced into liking his works but for that recognition to grow/or not grow from within myself not by some machination of textbooks and bandwagon train, so on and so forth🙏🏻🕊️
Some great and fundamental questions.The poets are first and last to create the spiritual.Made me think
Must agree there, amigo. Articulating the soul is a spiritual process. 🕊️🙏
I think Poets look at life though a different Microscope than other people.
I love the Work of Petrarch. And when you mentioned Boccaccio - who is new to me- I had to look up. Reading his Work now. Live and Learn.
Oh yes, Petrarch! Hadn't seen him in a while. Time to rotate stock 🕊️🙏
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