Poem: Penned Voices ‘tis Say Aloud ‘tis Silence
Interpretation . . .
. . . "is the act of explaining, reframing, or otherwise showing your own understanding of something. A person who translates one language into another is called an interpreter because they are explaining what a person is saying to someone who doesn't understand." [Source: vocabulary.com - dictionary]
Inspiration explained as conjecture
Inspiration arrives at times from the glimmer of Mr. Sunshine arriving at the break of dawn casting its wide arms offering a warm and friendly hug. It may be the moon near crescent's arrival perhaps really is something gone and missed. Inspiration can be interpreted, yet may be unique standing alone among a vast crowd. One may grab a tad of this as another a tad of that. Yet, may be together among many separated by great lands of deserts and mountains between seas of wonder. Inspiration may best be described as phenomena perhaps a miracle while may spark an idea as softly as a butterfly flutters its wings.
Abstract Form as Concrete Format
Abstract Form and Concrete Format
Poet’s pen upon scroll versed alliterations,
Rhyme no reason are deemed nonsensical,
Elegy arrive lament for yesterday now a loss,
Sonnet carefully scribed remembers caresses.
Freedom rings thoughts prescribe ‘tis values,
Traveled path feelings lead emotional tears,
Laughter a smile limerick pause a riddle said,
Haiku meets artist brush becomes anew Haiga.
Odyssey adventures epic battles are renown,
Heroes of myth stand beside muses of poem,
Form easily abstract as format must be concrete,
Genre categorizes while style arrives said lyrics.
Audience more bold than subtle pen of poet,
Risk ‘tis more seen much less are words shared,
Belief sees, knowledge hears, experiences ???,
A nod offers always within leads a day’s journey.
Challenges for challenged pen a sword’s moment,
Shared are seen glimpses of experiences remembered,
Today, a knock heard, answered pause a moment,
Words meaning always new journey of adventure . . .
~ Poetry ~ Poem ~ Poet ~ Thoughts ~ Feelings ~ Knowledge ~ Experience ~ Life ~
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Concrete Format as Abstract Form
All interpretations welcome within comments . . .
© 2016 Tim Mitchell
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