Alas, Poor Jodah! I Knew Him, a Poem About the Death of Poetry, or Is It?
A Poem about Poets
Give me rhyme with reason,
A message to convey.
Poetry flows from the heart
With words that dance and play.
A poet's life is lonely,
We are rarely understood.
The words we bleed onto the page
Are for the greater good.
Please take some time to read this verse
With open eyes and mind.,
if you look between the lines
Rich treasures you may find.
Some poets pen their abstract thoughts
In unique and free-verse style,
Others write like Dr Seuss
With repeated rhyming guile.
Most have their favourite authors,
Novelists and scribes,
But ask one's favourite poet
And you'll oft' be met with jibes.
Perhaps you'll get a name or two,
Like Wordsworth, Keats, or Frost,
But if they're asked to name a poem
Most people will look lost.
Is poetry a dying art,
My friends, what do you say?
Was it for bards from times long gone,
Or does it live today?
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Pulled from a life some leaves.
I am shut out of mine own heart,
A dream within a dream.
Upon the road of my life
A woman waits for me.
Beyond the brittle towns asleep,
'Tis opposites - entice.
At the melting of the snow,
I know why the caged bird sings.
March days return with their covert light
To welcome Holy Spring.
If any of the words or lines in the last three stanzas above seem familiar, well, they probably are. Each line is the name of a poem by a famous poet. I collected a few and threw them together as best I could.
OK, maybe you recognised a few, if so well done, but do you know which poets wrote what lines? Try the quiz below.
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How do you see the future of poetry?
© 2016 John Hansen