Ten Thousand Moons
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
"At times
I dance a waltz
Divine."
This quote,
of course,
you don't know,
depicts what happens
in just my mind.
My words confused
the image of me;
to not explain
who'd disagree?
Unless someone pauses
to question thee--
Me.
A poem is subject to given mood.
If I glide on with another
does not mean
I'll not return
to jitter-bug with my brother.
(You know I'd excuse myself,
since I'd not want to be considered
rude.
Well, maybe you don't know.)
I digress...
Yet, sometimes I want to sit
and ponder beyond my window
of nations yonder.
Or ruminate about the future.
I read to illuminate
a darkened room
to dispel the demons
who rule in gloom.
And if the words I do consume
then regurgitate upon a spoon
feed famished minds to crawl then walk
then run the race
Eternally
onward,
Do not balk.
For my poem
is a poem
worthy of
Ten Thousand Moons.
Write a poem for contest Where Is Your Perch On the Curve?
When writing poetry, I often feel like a guy trying to tap dance gracefully carrying a safe.
Not surprisingly when I came across the quote below in an essay on William Carlos Williams, written by Octavio Paz, I thought: Aha! So that's your position on the matter then!
"Meaning ceaselessly undermines the poem; it seeks to reduce its reality as an object of the senses and as a unique thing to an idea, a definition or a 'message'. To protect the poem from the ravages of meaning, poets stress the material aspect of language. In poetry, the physical properties of the sign, audible and visible, are not less but more important than the semantic properties."
I tend to agree with Paz's point in general but have yet to find my perch on the curve, veering from tedious didacticism to obtuse frippery and back.
The prompt then, is to write a poem, any style and length demonstrating YOUR position on this continuum.
Follow all AP rules, have a ball and as ever I will be-sho shorry- subjective in judging.
When writing poetry, I often feel like a guy trying to tap dance gracefully carrying a safe.
Not surprisingly when I came across the quote below in an essay on William Carlos Williams, written by Octavio Paz, I thought: Aha! So that's your position on the matter then!
"Meaning ceaselessly undermines the poem; it seeks to reduce its reality as an object of the senses and as a unique thing to an idea, a definition or a 'message'. To protect the poem from the ravages of meaning, poets stress the material aspect of language. In poetry, the physical properties of the sign, audible and visible, are not less but more important than the semantic properties."
I tend to agree with Paz's point in general but have yet to find my perch on the curve, veering from tedious didacticism to obtuse frippery and back.
The prompt then, is to write a poem, any style and length demonstrating YOUR position on this continuum.
Follow all AP rules, have a ball and as ever I will be-sho shorry- subjective in judging.
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