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: adjective; "existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence."
Abstract: adjective; "existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence." | Source

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

Concrete: Adjective; "existing in a material or physical form; real or solid; not abstract."
Concrete: Adjective; "existing in a material or physical form; real or solid; not abstract." | Source


All interpretations welcome within comments . . .

© 2016 Tim Mitchell

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Comments 9 comments

Sannel 7 months ago

Thank you for an invigorating and mind boggling poetry. . . Haiku meets artist brush becomes a new Haiga. . . Very nice, Mitch! :)


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tsmog 7 months ago from Escondido, CA Author

Thank you Sannel for stopping by and sharing an interpretation of meaning. :-)


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Venkatachari M 7 months ago from Hyderabad, India

It is too much of abstract in a concrete format. Subtle strokes and letters creating vivid forms of images and perceptions in mind. Marvelous poetry. I like these lines -

"Audience more bold than subtle pen of poet,

Risk ‘tis more seen much less are words shared,....."

Wonderful creation.


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always exploring 7 months ago from Southern Illinois

Wow! You've hit upon every aspect of poetry. I love writing poetry. I think my favorite is Rictameter. ( counting syllables ) I like this line. " Words meaning always new journey of adventure " To me that's the essence of poetry, an adventure of word usage. I wish we still had the up button.....


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Jodah 7 months ago from Queensland Australia

Ah, an abstract poem describing well the subtle art of poetry. Well done, Tim.


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GusTheRedneck 7 months ago from USA

Howdy Tim (tsmog on HubPages) -

I am far too simple-minded for mathematical and seriously syllabical poetry. "Yankee Doodle" is probably the deepest that I can dig.

I did enjoy that you were enjoying it.

Here is the kind of simple-minded stuff I go for. This is copied from the Gutenberg.org website...

(From The Book of Humorous Verse, Ed. by Carolyn Wells)

Regards,

Gus

"AS TO THE WEATHER

I remember, I remember,

Ere my childhood flitted by,

It was cold then in December,

And was warmer in July.

In the winter there were freezings—

In the summer there were thaws;

But the weather isn't now at all

Like what it used to was!

(Author Unknown)


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tsmog 7 months ago from Escondido, CA Author

Thank you all for visiting and commenting :-) I appreciate and value thoughts shared . . .

Venkatachari M

always exploring

Jodah

GusTheRedneck


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Frank Atanacio 7 months ago from Shelton

Tsmog, your silent words are loud.. love the poetry ..awesome


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tsmog 7 months ago from Escondido, CA Author

hmmmm . . . thank you Frank!! I will ponder them again . . .

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